What is Beauty?
For miss_elisha
A first draft of something that will be used for her nefarious purposes in achieving world domination.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Okay, terrific.
So what’s in the eye of the beholder?
What is it that single, heterosexual men find attractive in the opposite sex?
The answers to that can be found on TV and in magazine covers.
Men are attracted to women with long legs and short skirts. Men are attracted to women with large breasts and long hair. Men are attracted to women who are flawless, manufactured, marketed and made up.
If you peruse the local nightclubs and bars, you will find that it’s translated to real life too.
Men are at bars, turning on fake smiles and false charm to glossy, bubbly, barely covered up women.
All for what? A quick roll in the sack? Pretty much.
So I ask you, my sisters. Is that what you want?
If you wish to be attractive to the hordes of single men (and some married or otherwise attached as well) who are out there, you need to be that perfect TV ideal you see. Skinny. Perfect. The lusty, busty vixen who flashes the camera and puts out on the first date.
Is that what you want?
It’s probably fair to first ask if that’s what WE, these hordes of hormone driven man-children want.
For a time in our lives, yes, it’s what we want. And sometimes, even after we think we don’t want it, we end up wanting it anyway.
But in the end, men are not looking for these things. In the end, men are raised with stories of heroes fighting to get the girl. Somewhere inside every man is a boy who once read a story about a beautiful princess who captured the hero’s heart. In every case, the boy knows the princess is beautiful. But oddly enough, not one of the stories tells us WHY the princess was so beautiful.
So the hero of your story is a bit confused. He knows he is supposed to fall in love with a beautiful princess. But he has no idea what beauty is.
And somewhere, somehow, he becomes aware of girls, and thinks they are pretty, and has desires he does not understand. And the story is forgotten as he grapples with these new feelings.
I am a man of faith. As such, the word “beauty” to me means many things. It is a word we use to describe creation itself. And then we turn around and apply to word to woman, the pinnacle of creation herself.
Women spend so much time in their lives asking themselves if they are beautiful. My faith teaches me that women are not merely beautiful. They are beauty.
I know not everyone shares my faith. But somewhere, somehow, all men are raised with a piece of the story that informs my faith. Men are raised with the notion that there is a beautiful princess waiting for them.
Is beauty in the eye of the beholder? No. I don’t think so. Beauty is something that all women are born with. It is not in the color of her eyes or the fall of her hair or the swell of her breasts.
It is in the music of her laughter, the levity of her dreams, the twinkle of her eye and the depth of her compassion.
Sisters. You ARE beautiful. The sooner you realize that, the sooner the prince will ride into your story and carry you off into the sunset, wherein you can bicker about what school to send your children to and what color you should paint the living room.
Do not let anyone reduce your beauty to symmetry of features or numbers on a scale. Find a man with an open mind and an open heart and let him KNOW you, and you will find what we should have known all along.
You are beautiful. And each of you, no matter how different, has a prince waiting for you.
He’s looking for you, longing for you, dreaming of you, missing you.
Some day, when he turns off the TV and puts away the porn and decides to grow up, he’ll come looking for you.
Don’t despair. Be patient. The saddest thing would be for him to come riding to the castle and to find that you have abandoned your tower and retreated inside, never to return.
Don’t let the story end that way.
And they lived happily ever after.
A first draft of something that will be used for her nefarious purposes in achieving world domination.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Okay, terrific.
So what’s in the eye of the beholder?
What is it that single, heterosexual men find attractive in the opposite sex?
The answers to that can be found on TV and in magazine covers.
Men are attracted to women with long legs and short skirts. Men are attracted to women with large breasts and long hair. Men are attracted to women who are flawless, manufactured, marketed and made up.
If you peruse the local nightclubs and bars, you will find that it’s translated to real life too.
Men are at bars, turning on fake smiles and false charm to glossy, bubbly, barely covered up women.
All for what? A quick roll in the sack? Pretty much.
So I ask you, my sisters. Is that what you want?
If you wish to be attractive to the hordes of single men (and some married or otherwise attached as well) who are out there, you need to be that perfect TV ideal you see. Skinny. Perfect. The lusty, busty vixen who flashes the camera and puts out on the first date.
Is that what you want?
It’s probably fair to first ask if that’s what WE, these hordes of hormone driven man-children want.
For a time in our lives, yes, it’s what we want. And sometimes, even after we think we don’t want it, we end up wanting it anyway.
But in the end, men are not looking for these things. In the end, men are raised with stories of heroes fighting to get the girl. Somewhere inside every man is a boy who once read a story about a beautiful princess who captured the hero’s heart. In every case, the boy knows the princess is beautiful. But oddly enough, not one of the stories tells us WHY the princess was so beautiful.
So the hero of your story is a bit confused. He knows he is supposed to fall in love with a beautiful princess. But he has no idea what beauty is.
And somewhere, somehow, he becomes aware of girls, and thinks they are pretty, and has desires he does not understand. And the story is forgotten as he grapples with these new feelings.
I am a man of faith. As such, the word “beauty” to me means many things. It is a word we use to describe creation itself. And then we turn around and apply to word to woman, the pinnacle of creation herself.
Women spend so much time in their lives asking themselves if they are beautiful. My faith teaches me that women are not merely beautiful. They are beauty.
I know not everyone shares my faith. But somewhere, somehow, all men are raised with a piece of the story that informs my faith. Men are raised with the notion that there is a beautiful princess waiting for them.
Is beauty in the eye of the beholder? No. I don’t think so. Beauty is something that all women are born with. It is not in the color of her eyes or the fall of her hair or the swell of her breasts.
It is in the music of her laughter, the levity of her dreams, the twinkle of her eye and the depth of her compassion.
Sisters. You ARE beautiful. The sooner you realize that, the sooner the prince will ride into your story and carry you off into the sunset, wherein you can bicker about what school to send your children to and what color you should paint the living room.
Do not let anyone reduce your beauty to symmetry of features or numbers on a scale. Find a man with an open mind and an open heart and let him KNOW you, and you will find what we should have known all along.
You are beautiful. And each of you, no matter how different, has a prince waiting for you.
He’s looking for you, longing for you, dreaming of you, missing you.
Some day, when he turns off the TV and puts away the porn and decides to grow up, he’ll come looking for you.
Don’t despair. Be patient. The saddest thing would be for him to come riding to the castle and to find that you have abandoned your tower and retreated inside, never to return.
Don’t let the story end that way.
And they lived happily ever after.