My mind has been consumed by Beauty.
I have been seeking it in all things. Sometimes stuff surprises me, other times I turn away in disappointment.
Women are innately beautiful creatures. We have supple skin and curves all over the place. We can be graceful, silly, and completely neurotic. It’s a damn shame that so many of us are so afraid of what we are– so afraid of being taken the wrong way, accused of being un-lady like… or worse, accused of being ugly!
It’s a shame to see a beautiful woman who does not carry herself as such.
Do not be confused. I am not speaking of wearing Maybelline and a push up bra.
I’m talking about beautiful, curvaceous, gorgeous-smiled women who walk with a slouch… who feel the need to post themselves in only the best light or the fairest outfit. Who are afraid of the perception that *gasp* they are humanly beautiful without makeup, without acrylic nails, without high heels and lip gloss and fake tans and strongly scented vanilla deodorant…
I find it hard to accept… especially since I’ve spent so much time working on my own acceptance of myself… my own confidence in that I’m perfectly wonderful AS I AM… and that with or without playing dress up, I am still me, and I am seen as me, by me…
It strikes me funny when I catch myself in the mirror. I really am a beautiful woman. I forget sometimes. Perhaps we all do.
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