Small

It's funny how as women we want our bellies and rears to be small. Our feet maybe too. But not our hearts. Nor ever to FEEL small emotionally. We love small. Those dainty little women who can prance around and look so delicate. Small hands. Small nose. Small ears.
But put us in a relationship where we feel small and we are sad. We want to make relationships work. Generally we want to have big enough hearts and minds and lives to help and meet needs. To touch lives. To make people feel better. We want to be BIG enough. We want to make a difference. Not to be noticed so much. Really, not much at all. Appreciated. Loved. Cared for. Nurtured. But not applauded per se.
Women are givers of their very souls. They put their lives on the line every day simply by virtue of how vulnerable they are to their families and their friends.
Often called the weaker sex. Often seen as "too emotional". And yet, I applaud the women I know. Those who hold so many people's worlds together. I have watched grandmas and mamas and single women. I have seen how dearly they love. The compassion is a powerful force within their worlds. Their is nothing small about these women. They come in all sizes, shapes, colors and socio-economic statuses. They have in common their inner faith and strength to carry others through hard times. To be leaned on by their families. To stand when others would fall.
I love watching these women. I often wish and hope to be one. But it's kind of like other things in life......you don't know who you are until you enter circumstances that demand specific actions.
But, most of the women I know bemoan their bodies.......their hair.......their nails.....their butts.....their teeth......their wrinkles........their haircut.....their voice......their legs..........their boobs.
It's just so strange. These women who are rocks. Pillars. Strongholds in the world when everything is shaking are often troubled by what they see on the outside. But strangely, if you know any of these women of whom I speak, you will probably agree that their pant size is the last thing you notice. You are too busy being amazed by their care and compassion. You are touched by their generosity. They are the ones who hug you when you cry. Who bring you food when you are having financial trouble.
I think we should all strive to be BIG women. ;) Women who care more about who they are and how they follow their passions and styles and loves and faith more than how they look in the mirror. Not saying to quit showering. Or combing your hair. Or wearing great clothes. Just stop obsessing over the things that matter less and keep doing the things that matter most.
Give yourself a break. The people around you might like your outfit. They might admire that you've shed a few pounds. But the thing is that you are much more than that shell. No matter what you could ever do to change, cover or surgically enhance your body, it will never change who you are. So, set about learning to be LARGE in the eyes of those whose lives you touch.
blessings,
rhonda