Sometimes We Need To Feel Pretty
I was a bit hesitant to do so, but my daughter Evie asked me to share this story with you.
After an emotional and exhausting night in the emergency room, Evie learned that she was having a miscarriage. We were in a strange city, on vacation, away from familiar faces, and trusted doctors. Her loss spun her into a depressed state for several days.
Now I’m not one of those women who thinks that shopping cures all, but as I told Evie a couple of days later, “Sometimes, Sweetie, we need to feel pretty.”
So we went shopping.
We bought boots, jeans, and tops. We sat for an hour at Starbuck’s talking. We had lunch at a fancy restaurant. And she began to heal…just a little.
And then we continued shopping, and we found it. The perfect coat!
Too heavy for Florida winters, too expensive for her to even consider. But when she tried it on, her entire being changed. She was beautiful! She felt powerful, and she began to heal…just a little more.
There was no way we were walking out of the store without that coat. So we bought it.
Later she tried it on for her dad who uttered one the one word every woman wants to hear, “Wow!” She tried it on for her grandmother who said, “Evie, you should be a model!”.
Evie glowed. She smiled (the first in days), and she continued to heal…still a little more.
But that’s how it works, isn’t it? Women are warriors. We have losses, but from those losses, we also have gains. We become strong. We nurture ourselves and each other.
We heal-one layer at a time.
And we do so, sometimes, by doing mundane, everyday things…like shopping.
And through the fog, we get a ray of sunshine. We start to feel whole again, we grow, we change, and yes, if only for a moment, we feel pretty.