meet Beth who is already Close to My Heart.
And I like to think that I have a gift for finding uncommon beauty. Seeing it where it is hidden or masked or dulled, seeing the potential for beauty or beauty outside the traditional definition. I like to think that I am pretty good at that … pretty good except when it comes to seeing it in myself.
The most beautiful things are imperfect, they have tarnish and wear, they have sacrificed much for someone or something they love. Beauty to me is not the perfect plastic mannequin but the soft, worn woman who tucks her children into bed at night with tenderness after an exhausting day. Who trades high heels and accolades for dirty bare feet and the slobbery kisses of her children.