Dangerous Beauty
Beauty is such a relative word. Beauty is relative to one's perception and one's ability to perceive. Beauty is relative to one's psyche and one's beliefs.
Women of today are slowly, but surely, being murdered by Beauty.
How can this be, you may ask yourself. How can Beauty murder anyone? Beauty is not alive, is not cognizant, is not evil. You ponder the statement and then quietly ask...
Is it?
Beauty in itself is neither evil nor cognizant. Beauty does not walk, talk, scheme and plan. Beauty is, however, something that we have managed to mold into a razor-sharp weapon dripping with deadly poison. Whispers of vicious, poisonous barbs are heard all over the world, every hour of every day.
"She's too fat or too thin."
"My lips aren't plump enough."
"Her eyes are too close together or too far apart."
"Her teeth aren't straight or white enough."
"Her nose is too tiny or too long."
"My cheeks aren't high enough."
"Her breasts are too small or too large."
"My legs are too short or too long."
"Her hair is too thin or too curly."
"My eyes are too large or too small."
"Her butt is too big or nonexistent."
"She's too old."
"She has too many wrinkles."
"She was such a beauty when she was younger, thinner."
"I hate the way I look."
"I'm so ugly."
We have heard far too many of these poisonous barbs throughout our lives and what is worse is that we have started saying them to ourselves. We have experienced the pain of thoughtless words tossed with deadly accuracy. We have been sliced to ribbons, emotionally, with sharp words said as if they were meant to help rather than slay. We have looked into the mirror and have whispered and even shouted at ourselves that we are "ugly", "disgusting".
When did you start to hate yourself? Perhaps it didn't hit you until much later when you turned 40 and realized that your body and face had changed. On the other hand, maybe you are a young woman of only twenty who has decided that you don't measure up to the "perfect" young women you see on your favorite television show.
Females, both younger and older, are slowly, but surely, being murdered by Beauty.
Standing over the casket of a young teenaged girl who took her life after finally giving in to the voices in her head, on the television, in the magazine and in the halls of her school, that told her she was ugly or fat or both, we wonder to ourselves. Did beauty kill her too?
If Beauty had a form and shape, would it be dressed all in black and carrying a sickle like Death? Does Beauty in this all too recognizable form stalk us from the moment we are born until the day that we die? I think it does.
We have no one to blame but ourselves. Yes, you heard me right. We have no one to blame but ourselves. This is not something we can foist on someone else. This is something that we have done to ourselves!
We have given society permission to punish us for our lack of perfection. We have participated in this crime. No one can hurt us emotionally unless we allow it.
A friend of mine who is large and lovely was accosted by an individual recently at a gathering, where the individual showered my friend with compliments. Then came the barb, she told my friend that she is beautiful now, but would be gorgeous if she lost 70 pounds. My friend turned to her and without hesitation responded: Love me as I am, or just dont speak. She left that individual speechless. She did not give that individual permission to hurt her.
When did we decide that baby fat deserved a rigid diet rather than a loving kiss on the cheek? When did we decide that every single woman in the world must look exactly the same, weigh exactly the same and be shaped exactly the same?
We have done this inexplicable thing. We have created this murderous Beauty and set it free to wreak havoc upon every person on this planet. Beauty stalks men as well as women. We are teased because they wear glasses, have large ears, large noses or pimples. This is just a phase that we all go through, yet we are hounded mercilessly by Beauty in its long, black mourning gown carrying its poisonous bladed sickle.
Beauty is ready to harvest poor souls that dare to be human. What is this need for perfection? Who is to define this perfect beauty? We are all so very different. There can never be one measure of beauty that applies to all and is, as well, fair. Yet we beat one another with the Beauty bat every single day!
I applaud the individual that has finally accepted themselves. But, I feel sorry for the person whose self esteem is only derived from their looks.
When did we become such a superficial and vain society? When did we place all our self esteem on our looks rather than on our ethics, our integrity, our personal values and our deeds?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and we have assumed it is only one kind of eye - the eye of fashion. Fashion can help to express oneself but it can also act as a mask. The mask of beauty hides an insecure society. Every society has its mask, but what are we hiding from?
If you focus too much on the outside, what happens to the inner? Once you find the beauty within, it shows on the outer. What does this beauty look like? Its not so much a look but a feeling. You see it when friends are connecting and laughing with one another thats beautiful. You see it when two old toothless men are sitting at a bench, playing cards in the park. Beauty is the nurse who soothes her patient. Beauty is a mother comforting her child. Beauty is selfless acts that are performed by ordinary people everyday to help one another. Beauty is the creation of art, a song, a garden. Beauty is the creation of joy. You can see beauty everywhere. You just have to look further than the mask.
Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. This is pure and simple Truth. It is time for all of us to delve much more deeply within ourselves until we finally understand that beauty is unique and can never be just one standard by which to measure all people. It is time we look ourselves in the mirror and say, "I am worthy of love" and "I am beautiful". It is time that we look one another in the face and say "You are worthy of love" and "You are beautiful." It is time to allow beauty to be the gift it was meant to be and not the weapon we have made of it.
When will we learn that for REAL growth, for lasting self esteem, we will need to rely upon our ethics, our integrity, our personal values and our deeds? What good is it for us to accept our outer shell to be beautiful, if we are shallow, superficial, ignorant, irresponsible and selfish individuals underneath? And believe it, that ugly inside will shine through. Others will detect it, and it will tarnish whatever first impression that was made by your outward appearance.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye. The Little Prince Antoine Saint Expurey
Beauty is such a relative word. Beauty is relative to one's perception and one's ability to perceive. Beauty is relative to one's psyche and one's beliefs.
Women of today are slowly, but surely, being murdered by Beauty.
How can this be, you may ask yourself. How can Beauty murder anyone? Beauty is not alive, is not cognizant, is not evil. You ponder the statement and then quietly ask...
Is it?
Beauty in itself is neither evil nor cognizant. Beauty does not walk, talk, scheme and plan. Beauty is, however, something that we have managed to mold into a razor-sharp weapon dripping with deadly poison. Whispers of vicious, poisonous barbs are heard all over the world, every hour of every day.
"She's too fat or too thin."
"My lips aren't plump enough."
"Her eyes are too close together or too far apart."
"Her teeth aren't straight or white enough."
"Her nose is too tiny or too long."
"My cheeks aren't high enough."
"Her breasts are too small or too large."
"My legs are too short or too long."
"Her hair is too thin or too curly."
"My eyes are too large or too small."
"Her butt is too big or nonexistent."
"She's too old."
"She has too many wrinkles."
"She was such a beauty when she was younger, thinner."
"I hate the way I look."
"I'm so ugly."
We have heard far too many of these poisonous barbs throughout our lives and what is worse is that we have started saying them to ourselves. We have experienced the pain of thoughtless words tossed with deadly accuracy. We have been sliced to ribbons, emotionally, with sharp words said as if they were meant to help rather than slay. We have looked into the mirror and have whispered and even shouted at ourselves that we are "ugly", "disgusting".
When did you start to hate yourself? Perhaps it didn't hit you until much later when you turned 40 and realized that your body and face had changed. On the other hand, maybe you are a young woman of only twenty who has decided that you don't measure up to the "perfect" young women you see on your favorite television show.
Females, both younger and older, are slowly, but surely, being murdered by Beauty.
Standing over the casket of a young teenaged girl who took her life after finally giving in to the voices in her head, on the television, in the magazine and in the halls of her school, that told her she was ugly or fat or both, we wonder to ourselves. Did beauty kill her too?
If Beauty had a form and shape, would it be dressed all in black and carrying a sickle like Death? Does Beauty in this all too recognizable form stalk us from the moment we are born until the day that we die? I think it does.
We have no one to blame but ourselves. Yes, you heard me right. We have no one to blame but ourselves. This is not something we can foist on someone else. This is something that we have done to ourselves!
We have given society permission to punish us for our lack of perfection. We have participated in this crime. No one can hurt us emotionally unless we allow it.
A friend of mine who is large and lovely was accosted by an individual recently at a gathering, where the individual showered my friend with compliments. Then came the barb, she told my friend that she is beautiful now, but would be gorgeous if she lost 70 pounds. My friend turned to her and without hesitation responded: Love me as I am, or just dont speak. She left that individual speechless. She did not give that individual permission to hurt her.
When did we decide that baby fat deserved a rigid diet rather than a loving kiss on the cheek? When did we decide that every single woman in the world must look exactly the same, weigh exactly the same and be shaped exactly the same?
We have done this inexplicable thing. We have created this murderous Beauty and set it free to wreak havoc upon every person on this planet. Beauty stalks men as well as women. We are teased because they wear glasses, have large ears, large noses or pimples. This is just a phase that we all go through, yet we are hounded mercilessly by Beauty in its long, black mourning gown carrying its poisonous bladed sickle.
Beauty is ready to harvest poor souls that dare to be human. What is this need for perfection? Who is to define this perfect beauty? We are all so very different. There can never be one measure of beauty that applies to all and is, as well, fair. Yet we beat one another with the Beauty bat every single day!
I applaud the individual that has finally accepted themselves. But, I feel sorry for the person whose self esteem is only derived from their looks.
When did we become such a superficial and vain society? When did we place all our self esteem on our looks rather than on our ethics, our integrity, our personal values and our deeds?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and we have assumed it is only one kind of eye - the eye of fashion. Fashion can help to express oneself but it can also act as a mask. The mask of beauty hides an insecure society. Every society has its mask, but what are we hiding from?
If you focus too much on the outside, what happens to the inner? Once you find the beauty within, it shows on the outer. What does this beauty look like? Its not so much a look but a feeling. You see it when friends are connecting and laughing with one another thats beautiful. You see it when two old toothless men are sitting at a bench, playing cards in the park. Beauty is the nurse who soothes her patient. Beauty is a mother comforting her child. Beauty is selfless acts that are performed by ordinary people everyday to help one another. Beauty is the creation of art, a song, a garden. Beauty is the creation of joy. You can see beauty everywhere. You just have to look further than the mask.
Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. This is pure and simple Truth. It is time for all of us to delve much more deeply within ourselves until we finally understand that beauty is unique and can never be just one standard by which to measure all people. It is time we look ourselves in the mirror and say, "I am worthy of love" and "I am beautiful". It is time that we look one another in the face and say "You are worthy of love" and "You are beautiful." It is time to allow beauty to be the gift it was meant to be and not the weapon we have made of it.
When will we learn that for REAL growth, for lasting self esteem, we will need to rely upon our ethics, our integrity, our personal values and our deeds? What good is it for us to accept our outer shell to be beautiful, if we are shallow, superficial, ignorant, irresponsible and selfish individuals underneath? And believe it, that ugly inside will shine through. Others will detect it, and it will tarnish whatever first impression that was made by your outward appearance.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye. The Little Prince Antoine Saint Expurey
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we went through some scary times in the beginning and it puts a whole new perspective on things