Beauty marks.

The other night I had such an interesting dream;

I was standing with a group of people when two women slumped gingerly up behind me.

One of the women held her friend around her shoulders, restraining her from running away.

Confused, I asked, "what can I do for you?"

The more bold of the women gestured toward the friend she held in place, saying...

"She would like to shake your hand."

I held my hand out with a welcoming grin to match.

The shy woman whispered, "I have warts" and showed me her blemished hands.

"We all have warts!" I exclaimed, grabbing both her hands and squeezing them tightly.

I then awoke.

Sometimes I hide the things about myself that I do not like. I do not wear shorts because I have pretty crazy vericose veins on my left leg. My opaque stockings are more than a fashion statement; they are a cover-up. I wear a sports bra over my regular bra every day to make my chest seem smaller. When I take pictures of my own hands, I try to take them left handed so that my right hand is in the picture. My left thumb is slightly shorter than my right thumb.

Not to say we should all start sporting our bare stretch marks. I just mean this; we all have warts.

I had a campout the other night with mostly teenagers. I was amazed at the beauty in each of them. No two were alike, though there were even twins present. This got me thinking about my dream.

We all can find the warts in ourselves. But can we all find the beauty marks?

They are there. I promise.

If you need help finding your beauty, drop me an email. I will look through your blog and help you to see.

I love you, my sisters.