My partner and I have been playing with some aspects of Power and Privilege. We decided to play with the experience of being in control. We agreed to both have a weekend where one of us got to ‘be in control,’ to order the other around, and have them do tasks we wished to have done. We have found it very rich. I wrote a previous blog about how my experience of being in control informed me of my current experience of place in the world, and with alternatives to the powerlessness I experience in general society, as a woman. The weekend I am discussing now, he was to be the person in control. I was to do the tasks he requested: work out, write, eat breakfast, make coffee. The most challenging one was…. here it comes….. yes, it’s true, I actually volunteered to do things for him… Wait for it….. the most challenging task was to Shave his Face.
Yes – my hardest task was to shave his face. I did it too lightly. I did it too deeply. There are all these icky curves I usually love about his face, but I was afraid of cutting him. To be honest, it made a sound that felt like rubbing shark skin. I was just no good at it. To be honest, it made me want to vomit. It completely stressed me out. I had no idea it would be that difficult or emotional! At some point, I decided I did not care what the ‘consequences’ were – I was going to give up.
It was a beautiful moment. Tears filled my eyes and I realized how many things I have given up – because I was not good at them – the first couple times I ever did them. I told him so, at the same time I told him I quit, a I wasn’t going to shave his face – consequences be damned!
He listened and then gave me my next task; a consequence to my experience. He told me to write down 5 things I had quit …. and 15 ways I was beautiful.
This was also a awful and profound experience. I sat down and wrote down 111 things I had quit, using up most of my allotted time. Then I struggled to pull out ‘ways I am beautiful.’ I could only come up with 8. I did not accomplish my task! My punishment was to ……this is exciting, don’t hold your breath….To correct my list; 5 things I’d quit and 15 ways I was beautiful, then standing like an orator, stand on top of the fireplace hearth and read them out loud. I think I might have cried. Shit! I’d better straighten up and get this right!
I corrected my list, the 15 ways I was beautiful. It took a long long time, so I hurriedly wrote down the first 5 things I’d quit. I might have cried. My consequence for that transgression, for not speaking with pride about how beautiful I really am, was….. to say out loud, into the mirror, the 15 ways I was beautiful.
This felt really stupid!! But I was excited! I would NEVER do this on my own. Oh the hippie-dippie-ness of it all. Sure, respected authors and self-help people said to do it… but no way.
I leaned over the sink and looked myself in the eye and told myself why I was beautiful. A few lines in, I realized the reflection of my eye was….not my own. I have dark brown eyes and, get this, round pupils! It was amazing, one of the eyes staring back at me was clearly blue, and the pupil was ….odd. I looked some more – and the eye smiled back at me. The iris was deeper than my iris, ancient blue with flecks of green color, and brown that was not my own color. It had a square pupil. Was that possible? That eye looked – tired, and wise. It looked like an Ancient Mother’s eye. She was looking at me out of one of my own eyes. And smiling. I cried some more: Tears not of sorrow. Tears of surprise and welcoming after a long time not seeing this friend.
I go to the mirror now daily to say my list. My lists keeps growing now. I don’t cry.
Really, I go to the mirror just to see the other woman.
To feel her welcoming acceptance.
To hear her say,
“And I made you that way.”
“You are just the way you should be.”
Today’s List:
I am beautiful because I am curious.
I am beautiful because I am adventurous.
I am beautiful because I am intelligent.
I am beautiful because I am introspective.
I am beautiful because I like to smile and laugh.
I am beautiful because I sing!
I am beautiful because I dance spontaneously.
I am beautiful because I am a good mother.
I am beautiful because I protect those I love…. (the older woman added this,) …. including myself.
I am beautiful because I ask hard questions.
I am beautiful because I help others grow.
I am beautiful because I love animals, plants and the earth.
I am beautiful because I enjoy the senses.
I am beautiful because I am eager to participate.
I am beautiful because I am working and growing.
I am beautiful because I try to do no harm.