Define beauty in three words // The Beauty Compass // UpAllNightLastNight
I dare you.
Define for me, "beauty" in just three words.
I can't. But what I've found is: A man universally wants beauty, and a woman universally wants to be beauty. (loosely gathered from life's lessons, observations and reading Eldredge) I've yet to find a case that this does not apply.
As I am unable to conjure these magic three words, I can only assume that beauty is defined by something that is outside my brain. Somewhere I've obtained this "standard" of beauty and, honestly, this "standard" certainly isn't what I expect it should be.
My standard focuses on things of the flesh and not of the heart.
I was watching my quasi-semi-kinda-sorta-girlfriend-or-long-time-crush hosting Saturday Night Live (oh... it was Natalie, not Keira) and I caught myself just gawking. I feel so captured by this ideal hollywood starlet and all of the things that make me swoon in her general direction. I start comparing girls I've known, girls I liked and such -- to her. Where do they match up? Where do they fail? Where do they win?
Its like my brain is trying to define beauty for itself so I can actually have a chance at finding what I'm seeking. This doesn't just happen when I happen to catch Natalie on the tele-- it's also around any other girl I might find attractive that I feel safe studying (read: that I can observe without fear of repercussions... such as a returned glance [heaven forbid])
And it's not just visual, oddly enough. It's things that I like -- such as a vocal pattern, or an accent. It could be an attribute, like persistence or grace.
Then, it hits me. Not only am I trying to match girls to a moving standard, I'm building my beauty compass.
And, as I realized some time ago... I can't trust my own brain for things like this.
My standard is not what it should be.
So, my current goal is for God to show me what beauty truly is. I want to lose all preconceived notions that these hollywood hunnies or their clones are what I'm after.
I want the beauty God has for me. Almost desperately. But I cling to patience with open arms.
Now if only I could get this damned compass to work...
Define for me, "beauty" in just three words.
I can't. But what I've found is: A man universally wants beauty, and a woman universally wants to be beauty. (loosely gathered from life's lessons, observations and reading Eldredge) I've yet to find a case that this does not apply.
As I am unable to conjure these magic three words, I can only assume that beauty is defined by something that is outside my brain. Somewhere I've obtained this "standard" of beauty and, honestly, this "standard" certainly isn't what I expect it should be.
My standard focuses on things of the flesh and not of the heart.
I was watching my quasi-semi-kinda-sorta-girlfriend-or-long-time-crush hosting Saturday Night Live (oh... it was Natalie, not Keira) and I caught myself just gawking. I feel so captured by this ideal hollywood starlet and all of the things that make me swoon in her general direction. I start comparing girls I've known, girls I liked and such -- to her. Where do they match up? Where do they fail? Where do they win?
Its like my brain is trying to define beauty for itself so I can actually have a chance at finding what I'm seeking. This doesn't just happen when I happen to catch Natalie on the tele-- it's also around any other girl I might find attractive that I feel safe studying (read: that I can observe without fear of repercussions... such as a returned glance [heaven forbid])
And it's not just visual, oddly enough. It's things that I like -- such as a vocal pattern, or an accent. It could be an attribute, like persistence or grace.
Then, it hits me. Not only am I trying to match girls to a moving standard, I'm building my beauty compass.
And, as I realized some time ago... I can't trust my own brain for things like this.
My standard is not what it should be.
So, my current goal is for God to show me what beauty truly is. I want to lose all preconceived notions that these hollywood hunnies or their clones are what I'm after.
I want the beauty God has for me. Almost desperately. But I cling to patience with open arms.
Now if only I could get this damned compass to work...