― Alice Walker
I'm short, no really, at only 5' I know I'm short. When I was younger this really bothered me. I remember my mom trying to comfort me saying that my height was what set me apart from others and what made me special. That didn't help, because moms are supposed to say those things about their children.
I had a family friend who used to say, "I'll bet you just can't wait for tomorrow. You get prettier and prettier every day." While this was nice the first time he said it, eventually it just got old. When I would complain to this 6' 3" man that I hated being short he would tell me that when I was grown up men would love that I was short. It would make them feel big and strong. hmmmm...I'm still not sure how I feel about that.
Many years into my adulthood I have learned to embrace the physical things that make me who I am. I am short, I am endowed with an ample bosom, I have curly hair, I have blue eyes, and adult acne. I have learned that what makes me unique is what makes me beautiful.
Trains are great for people watching, one of my favorite hobbies. Recently, while on the light rail, I was struck by the beauty of all the women around me. As I looked from one face to the next God showed me the beauty of the women I saw. They were all beautiful because they were all different.
What is it that makes you stand out? Do you hate it or have you learned to embrace it?
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