Beauty

I think beauty is subjective. (Or perhaps the determination of what is beautiful is subjective.) It's personal. I mean, I think we all agree with this. We allow for different tastes in our personal style and in our different cultures and in the people to which we are attracted.

We all agree that our child or grandchild is without a doubt the most beautiful creature on earth--they are to us, anyway. Every little expression, every little eyelash, every freckle is precious.
(One of my favorites of A--taken several months ago, wearing Mama's hat. Her pug nose kills me.)

And the way we feel about a person makes them more (or less) beautiful to us, too. Jason is the most attractive person I know--any day of the week--because he is mine and I am his. I can always see the beauty in the people I am closest to and love.

And doesn't it just take the attractiveness away from a celebrity when you know s/he's a jerk in real life? Remember when Mel Gibson was a heartthrob? I rest my case.

Anyway--beauty is subjective.

And since it is, why not just choose to find yourself beautiful...no matter what other people may find attractive. My values and what I find beautiful are different from yours and everyone else's, and that is okay.

I'm not supposed to think my eyes are a pretty shade of blue-gray with dark, long lashes. They aren't perfectly symmetrical--and without mascara, the lashes aren't long enough.

I'm not supposed to think my lips are beautifully shaped with a perfect cupid's bow. They are too small.

I'm not supposed to think my shape is fine. I'm too big and curvy.

I'm not supposed to think my hair is a beautiful color. I'm supposed to dye it constantly.

I'm not supposed to think my skin is pretty. I need anti-aging serums and anti-cellulite creams.

To hell with all that.

I'm getting really tired of people telling me that completely NORMAL things (like wrinkles and cellulite and a little extra padding) are REAL, BIG PROBLEMS THAT I NEED TO FIX. I seriously feel like these are made-up issues to sell products and magazines (that don't really work anyway).

To hell with all that, too.

You may not think I'm beautiful, but I think I am. Or at least I'm trying to, a little more every day. And my opinion is pretty much the only one that matters in this case.

7 comments:

Missi said...

yes, yes and yes! The people I know and love I do find them to become more and more beautiful the longer I know them. People who I thought were nice looking on day one of meeting them I would now with all honesty say they are gorgeous! Beauty is subjective but also everything that makes a person who they are really does give or take away from their beauty.

I hate that we so often feel we have to live up to some kind of unspoken "beauty" expectation in order to be accepted in this world. If I can accept less then model-esk people in my life, love and adore them, shouldn't I be able to accept myself as well? So, yeah, I agree with you. Love you!

Sandra said...

Wonderful post Kristen!

When I first met David I don't think I would have considered him attractive, but the more I got to know him the more attractive he became. Now, he's the most handsome guy alive in my opinion. :)

I often look at people that I would consider beautiful from a physical perspective and wonder what they feel about themselves. All the people in the world can think you are beautiful and it doesn't amount to much if you don't feel it for yourself. And so it only makes sense that your own opinion should outweigh that of anyone else.

BTW I think you are extremely beautiful.

Jeanne said...

Right on, right on, right on!!!

Stephanie said...

GREAT post!

Cara said...

The less I watch 'regular tv' the less ugly I think I am. Without commercials to tell me i'm old, fat, grey, splotchy and have yellow teeth, I'm actually not too bad.

You ARE beautiful Kristen, I have photographic proof.

aola said...

sometimes, on a good day, I look in the mirror and can say.. you don't look bad for an old gal, other days not so much.

It has been much harder for me to accept getting old than it ever was for me to accept the way I looked as a younger woman. Although, I knew I was never "beautiful" I knew I was HOT!!

now, I'm just old.

BUT, I would rather be just old than botoxed or plastic and sometimes there is a real peace in accepting that I am a Grandma, I look like a Grandma and that my dear is never going to change.

aola said...

ps. I loved this post!