There’s a constant flow of talk about looks.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Beauty is only skin deep
Too fat, too thin, too tall, too short
Is it media? Commercialism?
We’re all barraged daily in regards to beauty, its definition, its value and the consequences of not fitting that ideal.
Eating disorders, clothing hoarding, personal hygiene products, ointments galore, plastic surgery from face to genitals, and financial hardship all to chase an ideal.
But the concept of ideal beauty shifts with the wind, differs between cultures, and varies through the ages for men and women alike.
And 99 percent of us never make the cut.
How many relationships with good People are damaged on a daily basis from our skewed value upon the looks of people?
How many housewives are torn down daily by their husbands offhand remarks of how this woman (who looks nothing like her) is hot and all the rest are disgusting… how many little girls question themselves for It?
How many men beat themselves up because they’re never going to be the next Brad Pitt? And how many think that is what women want in a man?
Our view of beauty is ugly, how we treat ourselves and other who aren’t and will never be a “10/10” is ugly. Our value in the superficial aspects of humanity, the stuff that never really lasts is ugly.
Very few humans can make a living with their looks. Looks may help in the short term, but, it’s the beauty of the mind, the sheer will, hard work and integrity of people that gives us our community, and our ability to move forward.
Its the beauty of countless people sacrificing their time, their careers, their ideals to help others, to rear children, to give back to their communities which is beautiful.
It’s the creators and builders and dreamers, the counselors and hope givers that give a sense of belonging and richness, merging purpose and hope, and the thought of more in life which is beautiful.
It’s the mundane that we love about each other. The mundane stuff in our loved ones lives that due to the nature of intimacy, that is truly beautiful. How our children sleep or have tiny gestures that are their own, how our spouse hums while washing the dishes, or how a parent or grandparent spins a tale or leaves an item of care. Just in case.
Those things, are vulnerability and earnestness and compassion and empathy, they are representations of someone allowing you into the deepest most untouched parts of themselves. And each person is different.
And truly beautiful.
Looks come and go, but the person inside is there, the impact they have on us is there, and lasting. Even if their name is lost in the sands of time, their impact will always move forward.
That is beautiful.
And you.. you are beautiful ❤