guess who i am

YOU.

not a pitch, I really am.

(excited to have a publisher on board already-still doing my happy dance. eek!)

** ( click here for a video link if you don’t feel like reading ) **

 

It’s a book about what makes you unique, about what makes you beautiful. 

Not through the eyes of others, but through your own.

 

It’s a book about #beauty as you define it, not as it is defined by the multibillion dollar marketing machine that loves to air brush & edit so heavily we’ve forgotten how to behold our own beauty. .

 

beauty .

And I want you to be in it – will you?

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beyoutiful .

What is BE-YOU-TIFUL about you?

( a tough question for some. let’s practice answering it )

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The shape of your hands?

A particular feature on your face?

Your courage?

A scar from an experience that gave you new perspective?

Your freckles?

The sound of your voice? 

The way you hug someone?

The way you laugh?

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Maybe it’s unique because it tells a story….

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.cate mirror

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What do you really see when you look in the mirror?  

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I’ll break the ice and go first, trusting so many of you will relate.

( ps, feeling a little naked-and pasty white-but here goes…)

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If I am being completely honest, sometimes I don’t like what I see.

I am too critical of myself and I know it.

 

Sometimes, I see my past mistakes & pain when I look in the mirror.

Sometimes, I don’t see my face, but rather the tenderness & love in my eyes and I feel like my heart might explode.

 

some days i feel strong

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… and then I think, “what would I say to my children or a friend?”.

I would say: you were created perfectly imperfect and you are magnificent creature, exactly as you are.

I would say: don’t waste one minute on this stuff because it isn’t important.  

 

seeing myself through new eyes

I have always hated my nose (hang on, it gets better. promise)

I used to see it as odd shaped & large.

But in the last few years I have come to find it beautiful

(and not for the reasons you may think).

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One of my fondest memories of when our babies were teeny tiny was the way their little heads used to smell as I held them; the smell was so uniquely beautiful and it didn’t matter how exhausted I was, it always made me smile.

 The thought of it still brings tears to my eyes. 

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I have so many wonderful memories triggered by certain smells, like… 

* fresh baked bread

* my husband’s cologne

* my grandmother’s pressed powder

* campfire on my clothes

(And I know I’m not alone in this because our daughter asks my husband to spray a shirt before he goes away so she can sleep with it.)

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But as I grow up (haha) I realize how grateful I am for a healthy body, heart, and mind – and now my nose is included on the list.

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…so I pierced it – but that’s another story! 

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seuss

( that Dr. Seuss knew a thing or two about life )

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What is uniquely beautiful about you? Name it. It feels awesome. 

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Comparison really is the thief of joy. We all do it. It’s exhausting. Let’s stop.

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comparison is the thief of joy

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Instead, let’s…

recognize and honour

 

So, that’s where you come in.

 

Will you let me tell your story?

Will you grace the pages of this book with so many others?

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If this isn’t your thing but you know someone who would like to be part of this, please forward this post.

I would appreciate that very much…

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Or drop me a line at cate@catemoore.ca or click here

 

interested in finished product