“The loss of one’s cosmetic individuality to homogenizing surgery is not just a physical loss, but a metaphysical one - the sense of who you are, of your distinctness from others, and of your humanity in that distinctness blurs. So does your beauty. “
My heart grieves those who can’t see the beauty in who they were created to be.
One friend got a nose job and I was happy for her to be more comfortable in her skin. Over time, the look in her eyes changed from “genuine” to “1/2 genuine”. She was so much more confident in her face that her heart was diminished. Her beauty was her heart. Pride always paves the road to ruin.
I still love her, but other things changed about her and our time spent together faded quickly.
So much truth in the line “beauty is a natural superiority” and true for men and women.
Beauty is what separates us when we are young into different classes, what opens or closes certain doors, what allows us to have a chance at a relationship with the human that makes our hearts sing. It’s a math problem when young, 4’s date 4’s, 6’s date 6’s, 9’s date 9’s. The broken hearted club is filled with 3’s that loved 7’s and had no chance until they were older and had private equity wealth, the great equalizer, but I digress.
But what is beauty or beautiful? So subjective, and as cutting as the “plastic” surgeon’s scalpel.
My eye is calibrated for me. My eye cares little for trends. My eye knows the beauty that speaks directly to my mind and heart. Intelligence,eyes of warmth and empathy and kindness, love of animals, infectious humor and insightful commentary.
There is no amount of fillers or collagen or Botox that can provide that type of beauty to me.
I was shallow when I was younger. Maturity and experience and a taste of the sapere have changed me.
A lone voice calls out from the wilderness, “stay natural.”
“The loss of one’s cosmetic individuality to homogenizing surgery is not just a physical loss, but a metaphysical one - the sense of who you are, of your distinctness from others, and of your humanity in that distinctness blurs. So does your beauty. “
My heart grieves those who can’t see the beauty in who they were created to be.
One friend got a nose job and I was happy for her to be more comfortable in her skin. Over time, the look in her eyes changed from “genuine” to “1/2 genuine”. She was so much more confident in her face that her heart was diminished. Her beauty was her heart. Pride always paves the road to ruin.
I still love her, but other things changed about her and our time spent together faded quickly.
So much truth in the line “beauty is a natural superiority” and true for men and women.
Beauty is what separates us when we are young into different classes, what opens or closes certain doors, what allows us to have a chance at a relationship with the human that makes our hearts sing. It’s a math problem when young, 4’s date 4’s, 6’s date 6’s, 9’s date 9’s. The broken hearted club is filled with 3’s that loved 7’s and had no chance until they were older and had private equity wealth, the great equalizer, but I digress.
But what is beauty or beautiful? So subjective, and as cutting as the “plastic” surgeon’s scalpel.
My eye is calibrated for me. My eye cares little for trends. My eye knows the beauty that speaks directly to my mind and heart. Intelligence,eyes of warmth and empathy and kindness, love of animals, infectious humor and insightful commentary.
There is no amount of fillers or collagen or Botox that can provide that type of beauty to me.
I was shallow when I was younger. Maturity and experience and a taste of the sapere have changed me.
A lone voice calls out from the wilderness, “stay natural.”
Excellent article! Definitely sharing this.