At The Pretty Girl’s
Table
This past
weekend I had the opportunity to work with a group of amazing women. The
first night we met, we all went out to dinner. My new sister Daria
commented that she took one look around the table and realized that she had finally
made it to the pretty girl’s table.
She said she
wondered how she had gotten here and I laughed and told her that I was everyone’s
auntie that they just brought along to be nice. She corrected me and I did the
same for her, each of us telling one another that we define the pretty girl’s
table.
We all still carry the insecurities of
our youth. If
someone had said you are at the smart girls table and a group of rocket
scientist showed up, I would have felt just as awkward.
When we look around a room, a table
or anywhere comparing ourselves to one another, we will always find some way to
feel insecure.
Look again and when you do see the
reflection of yourself in your sister and brothers eyes and heart.
The longer
we sat there, the more we became the reflection of love that brought us
together.
We need we; there is no other way to
say it.
So throw your shoulders
back, smile and laugh because you deserve to be at the pretty, smart, nice,
beautiful table.
Be you, be well, be
pretty.
Bertice Berry, PhD.
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