We are not our faces. Our physical beauty. Our smooth skin. Our flowing hair. Our yoga poses.
Our professional accomplishments. Our bank accounts. Our cars. Our houses. Our jewels. Our reputable names.
Our extra pounds around the middle. Our gray hairs. Our dark circles. Our wrinkles.
Our shame. Our guilt. Our hurt. Our regrets. Our failures. Our vices. Our self images, distorted through other people’s lenses, tarnished when fallen short of lofty expectations. We are none of these.
These attributes and circumstances do not define us. It may feel like they do, because they have shaped and molded us into who we identify ourselves to be today; and we present these selves to the world (flaunting or concealing parts) for others to weigh in... to decide our worth or our level of acceptability.
But we aren’t these things in our core. In any way that truly matters. No, instead, we are our strength. Our vulnerability. Our kindness. Our courage. Our perseverance. Our empathy. Our hope. Our compassion. Our humanity. Our love. Our resistance to letting all that other sh*t define us.