The Real Beauty

So does beauty really lie in the eyes of the beholder?

Intriguing question; and what a-silage-for-debate types.

A few years back, I would perhaps have hoped to protect the school of artistic and aesthetics when questioned what beauty really implies. I would have sung the similar melodies that ads and trendy culture, hammer ceaselessly into our heads. And while I don’t precisely propose you get plump now, I will not evaluate you, just because you don’t appear like a merchandise of the glamour industry.

Age, weight and graying hair put a lot of things into outlook. When your body begins acting in manners ahead of your management (and I’m not actually being Madonna here to want to fanatically control it), you start to learn to discover and value beauty outside of it.

In the course of a marriage, childbirth and a few months of parenting, I have gone from makeup-exercise -diet-garments-nail paints and hairdo fanatical woman to a complete family leaning woman. Looks don’t matter (much).

Scruffy hair and clothes on many instances √check

Complimentary stretch marks √check

Undone eyebrows √check

And how could I not mention my closest friends?

The dark circles √check

I appear just like your or anybody’s Mommy, don’t I?

However, have you ever observed how, for the lengthiest period in your life, your own mother is the most gorgeous woman in the whole wide world? She is perhaps substituted by the woman/man you love, and then, maybe, by the children you have. But in the end, the most beautiful being of your life is almost forever the one you love the most and best.

Now, run through your mind try to recall who was won the Miss Universe in the year 2008 (without Google of course). Too old news to recall? Okay, what about Miss India in 2008? How about the vital stats Angelina Jolie? No? Me neither. For all their glamour, film actresses and beauty queens linger in our reminiscences for as long as the circus lasts. The most gorgeous and beautiful people in our lives, our modest small worlds, conversely, are not who the contests and glossies proclaim.

The invariable of all types of beauty is actually, love.

Like a baby to a mother, a beloved to her lover, a disciple to its goddess, a cause to its protester, a muse to an artist, a pet to its master the exemplars are continual. When you truthfully love somebody, their flawed and imperfect bodies, minds and thoughts turn out to be irrelevant. There is no evading the proverb that beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder.

For the reason that it is in a pair of affectionate eyes that real beauty originates and flourishes.

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