I am going to be mindful of being watched but I like the other noun of grace, “simple elegance or refinement of movement.” I think I will channel that energy as I go about my day.
Leo Jul 23 | Aug 22 I know you’re beautiful, and you know you’re beautiful. But I think you could be even more beautiful than you already are. What do you think? Have you reached the limits of how beautiful you can be? Or will you consider the possibility that there is even more beauty lying dormant within you, ready to be groomed and expressed? I encourage you to ruminate on these questions: 1. Are you hiding a complicated part of your beauty because it would be hard work to liberate it? 2. Are you afraid of some aspect of your beauty because revealing it would force you to acknowledge truths about yourself that are at odds with your self-image? 3. Are you worried that expressing your full beauty would intimidate other people?
Wow. My least favorite topic.
I spent the first 14 years of my life living in a body that I did not like or want. At that point in my life, I did not know I was gay, I just knew that I liked girls and would rather be a boy. The next 18 years were spent learning to grow into my hips and boobs and the fact that I was a woman who loved women. At 32, I grew tired of thinking about my sexuality, my gender, the shape of my body and decided that I was simply going to be me.
Answer to question 1: I had to teach myself to look in a mirror because when you spend the first third of your life living outside of your body you develop a strange relationship with it. I began this process only 4 years ago.
Answer to question 2: Two years ago I decided that matching bra and panties, heels and purses where the best thing ever. I really like being a woman but this time back in 2012 ago I was going around to my friends whispering that I think I need to come out again … all of the ‘boyish’ things I used to love where beginning to feel as constrictive as all of the ‘girlish’ things that used to be expected of me.
Answer to question 3: No. Beauty comes from the inside out. I am good with the word beautiful.
My friends are amazing and at least one or two will play along with each of my ideas. So the link for lime as D.O. came from a friend and another friend conducted the field research with me. On the evening of May 13th I had a shower and used normal hotel provided soap. The next morning I woke up and sprayed lime juice 4 times under each armpit. I then wait 15 minutes and sprayed each one 3 more times for luck and put on my hiking gear. I headed to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon and started walking down Bright Angel Trail. 14kms later we arrived at the lodge. My armpits were smelted at the beginning …”a little bit of lime,” smelt again 1/2 way down … “neutral,” and then at the lodge …”neutral with really nothing.” 14kms of hiking and no scent.
Brilliant but was it fluke?
I decided not to shower that night and instead sprayed a few shots of lime under the pits. Next morning I put on the same clothes as the day before and walked out 21kms smelling good or as good as Amber and I could tell. I will be 100% honest in all my field methods, I failed to get two women in the lodge to smell my shirt let alone my armpit. I again failed at the North Rim even thou I knew one of those people. Smelling your pits is a hard sell but a necessary one ladies. I encourage you to give this a shot.
Ingredients – small spray bottle (not clear for sun protection), 1 lime
Every Friday we are going to post the results from our ongoing experiments. It is going to be like the magical day of making your own volcano in grade school.
This is an earlier post. I am wrapping up another lime influenced experiment this week. Stay tuned next week for more about the power of the lime.