grown ups are like that....

Thursday, November 10, 2011

The Conch


For a friend who is having a hard time loving her body today ....

Sometimes we are like conch shells. We see only our bumps and sharp edges, the rough surface. We feel these "imperfections" and think of ourselves as weak, ugly, wrong. Unlovable.

But if you pick up a conch and look at, hold it in your hand and really study it, you'll notice that it has a lovely symmetry and a beauty unique among the other shells of the sea.

It has been tossed and churned in rough seas yet remains strong and resilient.

Inside the conch there is a perfect satin-smooth pink sheen that will whisper the secrets of the ocean into your ear.

You are beautiful. xoxo


7 comments:

Mary G said...

Lovely!

InTheFastLane said...

So hard to remember...isn't it....
A good analogy.

Aliki2006 said...

Beautiful metaphor...I love conch shells the most--such hidden beauty and secrets...

JDaniel4's Mom said...

This is really lovely!

Beck said...

This is such a pretty post.

Sarah Piazza said...

Yes. Would that we could all see this about our own bodies.

Anne said...

Beautiful. Reminds me of Anne Morrow Lindbergh's Gift from the Sea.