Goddess Reminder: More Like You
Posted by Goddess Leonie on October 10th, 2009. Filed under: Goddess Reminders.
It’s true.
I’m rooting for you, darlingheart.
Big love,
P.S. We have a WINNER! The winner of the Divine Dreaming Meditation Kit is:
Goddess Ellecubed who is a Goddess of Healing…
please email me sweetie to get your kit 
And can I just say… how utterly beautiful it was to read allllll of your comments about the kinds of goddesses you are?
From the Goddess in me, I honour the Goddess in You.
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October 10th, 2009 at 3:32 am
so beautiful and so true (and sometimes hard to remember).
thanks for that my dear!
October 10th, 2009 at 9:36 am
Amen! I have to remind myself of this very thing every so often…thanks for doing it for me today. lol
Peace & Love,
~Barb~
October 10th, 2009 at 10:30 am
Thank you so much for the beautiful reminder. I am so excited to have won the giveaway. Thank you so so much. I sent my email off to you just awhile ago. Thanks again.
October 10th, 2009 at 1:37 pm
Thanks for saying so, Baby.
October 11th, 2009 at 4:23 am
I have this on the fridge!! I love this one
… gotta admit tho… you’re lovingly littered all over my place….
October 11th, 2009 at 8:36 am
It’s much easier to be yourself than it is to be somebody else. It always bothers me when someone, usually another woman, tells me I need to wear more makeup, or get an eyebrow wax, or act a certain way in public in front of other people. I am 52, not 13. I know how to behave.
This acquaintance was showing me how to wear makeup in “The Natural Look”. She put it on herself, not me. I asked her, “Wouldn’t ‘The Natural’ look be no makeup at all?” and she told me no. It sounded absurd to me. While she was lining her lips and putting color on her cheeks, forehead and chin, she might as well have had a jar of spackle in her hand and a spatula, and smear it on her face like she was covering a hole in a wall.
The makeup was symbolic for the need she had to look good and put her best foot forward when she went outside, but on the inside, she was miserable and angry. She was estranged from her brother and sisters, her sons had nothing to do with her, her parents were dead, she alienated her friends with her lies, and angry attacks. As a result, she was between jobs and hopping couches. I am glad I’m not the only one who did that to me. I would have felt left out.
That is why I am not afraid to be myself to the point where I don’t bother with makeup. Makeup is dishonest. Some have asked me, “What are you a girl for?”, and my answer is there are many other reasons I am a female, and mascara isn’t one of them.