When the wind blows, do you turn to face it, or do you shy away?

I sat in a darkened room, for in the dark I do not have to see my imperfections, only feel them.

As I sat people entered and exited, but in the process, shone a light on one imperfection on the surface at a time; exposing truths.

If criticism were the wind I was the kind to turn away and squeeze my eyes tightly shut as my hair whipped about and into my face.

Over time I've learned that facing the wind, albeit sometimes cold and stinging, pushes my hair out of my face. It allows me to see more clearly, so that there is no question of where I am headed.

If I sit in an illuminated room I expose my imperfections, but am already aware of them, and am not blighted as once before with a focused light on one area at a time. People who enter SEE me, and I am not ashamed.