

What does the beauty of a woman mean to you? Well, for me it is something that is connected to my life's transitions. As my body has transformed with age the way in which I experience the beauty of a woman has transformed as well. I started to feel it within myself in a different way after I turned 40. That decade was one of pain and healing, friendship and solitude, and so much growth and resilience building. I viscerally felt my body change as I entered perimenopause. It was not subtle. The nightly tossing and turning, the changing of the sheets once and twice in a night after drenching them with my hot flushes, multiple migraines a month— all of it left me tired and confused. I saw the evidence of my years and the times spent in the sun (even while minimal) in the spots that started to appear. There were new lines from squinting into the brightness of a summer’s day. While my greys have been my friend since my mid-twenties I grew tired of colouring my hair every three weeks. It cost me time and money I didn’t have. So by age 43 I shaved it all off and started fresh and silvery. Now you may read my words as a self-critique. Not at all. It is the non-judgemental observation of my body changing as I age. It is embodied reality. From there I embrace the practice of loving kindness and show myself appreciation, compassion and love. “THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN” BY AUDREY HEPBURN The beauty of a woman isn’t in the clothes she wears, The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes; Because that’s the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman isn’t in a facial mole; But true beauty in a woman, is reflected by her soul. It’s the caring that she cares to give, the passion that she shows; And the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows. These photos were taken as part of my Virtual Photoshoot with Andrea Hausmann of CocoHaus Productions.