Sitting in silence and completely absorbed in my reading and writing, I feel beautiful.

Sleeping beside my kids with their hands in my hands, I feel beautiful.

Covered in a moving cloud of smoke from the fried-pan while preparing a meal for those I love the most, I feel beautiful.

Taking communication with greatest attention, affirmation, and appreciation to those I love as I am existed only for them here and now, I feel beautiful.

Hugging my husband with my most spoiled-like childishness, and presuming that he would treat me as his daughter, I feel beautiful.

Hearing my mother’s far away voice say before she hangs up the phone, “Don’t worry, I am happier” I feel beautiful.

Finding a way to give a warmhearted gift to others, especially when they are in need, I feel beautiful.

Sweating and dancing in front of the mirror, I feel beautiful.

Digging deep enough to write words that make me cry, I feel beautiful.

Spending several hours on preparing a good stuff for my students, I feel beautiful.

I am like most women, hope my beauty is fuller, longer, lighter, whiter, and smoother.

However, I am especially aware that the pursuit of those beauty should be ended as soon as possible.

Feeling beautiful is much more rewarding than chasing down fleeting images through a distorted hall of mirrors, for mirrors never reveal what truly matters most.

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall?

Where is my beauty?

I am getting to know…

My beauty is fading away.

What I have and what I have to grasp is the moment when I feel I am beautiful.

And it is when I am aligned with my aspiration, inspiration, and perspiration.