I am a body painter. I paint a lot of women who are models. They are all gorgeous. But there is something they don’t like about some part of their bodies, and want to hide in plain sight. This weekend I did another body painting event. A group of my body painter friends and I painted 12 women the different signs of the Zodiac. Everyone had their story. I don’t want anyone to see my scars. Too much of my skin is showing. I’ve never done this before. Can you cover my tummy?
I have a rule. No one, whether they be a hair stylist, make-up artist, or body painter is allowed to say anything negative about themselves. All night long I kept making people say three good things about themselves when they said something bad. One didn’t like her tummy so her three things she had to say was that it nourished her and gave her two children.
Dr. Emoto is a Japanese scientist whose research was made famous from the movie “What the Bleep Do We Know?” He shows how water from a bottle that has the word “love” written on freezes at the molecular level in a beautiful pattern. When you write the words “I hate you” on the bottle, the water freezes into globular almost greenish clumps. If that is what happens to water in a bottle, then what do your thoughts do to the water in our body?
I usually tell that story to every person I paint on. Then I tell them that when I paint them, I am thinking, I am painting on them: She is worthy, she is loved, she is loveable, she is perfect, she is brave, courageous, intelligent… well you get the idea. I tell them that I am counteracting all the negative things they think about themselves, every day. Sometimes they cry. Sometimes they hug me and say thank you. It is beautiful. It is uplifting, and it is also unbelievably bittersweet.
One of my life purposes is to help these young, and older women love and accept themselves, as much as I do. I love myself, jelly rolls, scars, bald head, and all… I just wish that I could paint on these women, the love and self acceptance I have for myself.
At the end of the day, we poured out our love and talent onto their skin. They walked up those stairs and out into lights, camera’s, music and the crowd. In the end they felt, and looked like, what we painted on them… beauty.