La Belle et la Bête
Beauty and the Beast
Jeanne-Marie LePrince de Beaumont, 1756
Shanna and I recently had a conversation about body image. We can both recall, in a not-so-distant-past, looking into a mirror and hating what we saw. Not only were we hidden, but shameful, awkward, too strong for our own good, improper, and improperly put together. And then, just by letting go, taking a leap of faith into the thin, cold air of the upper atmosphere, the touch of truth upon our flesh, we could finally see the truth. Beauty. Inside and out.
Strip away the bullshit, all the way down to nothing, and take a look. See???? I'm even pleased with the little troll feet I've hated since I was 10. When my lover caresses them and pulls them to his face, tells me they turn him on, that they embody my strength and character, it is just such an amazing tonic. When I look down at my fat little toes and blistered buniony tootsies, I smile. So take a good look, and realize that what you see isn't always what's truly there, even when you're looking at yourself. Then go dance around the Maypole under the full egg moon and celebrate!
ps -- wow -- that full egg moon is a doozy!