Probably the toughest topic yet this one. Beauty is such a personal thing, perception of it varies from person to person, there are no hard and fast rules.
Zombie tells me I’m beautiful every day and this is something I had to get used to. As a person who hated their appearance for the majority of their life, to suddenly be told this daily was difficult to say the least. I didn’t believe him, even though I knew that he wasn’t saying it for the sake of it. He wasn’t the first person to say it, but he is the one person who has said it to me the most, even on my frumpy days and after a while I learned to accept it as his opinion. He’s not wrong, because beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Being beautiful isn’t important to me. I am learning to be comfortable in my own skin and I think that’s way more important than being perceived by others as beautiful. There have been plenty of times where I have spent hours trying to perfect my hair, make up and outfit until I’m reasonably confident that I looked good and secretly hoped for compliments only to have no one tell me I looked nice which crushed my spirits. My expectations were the issue there.
On other occasions I’ve felt confident in my appearance, no matter how little effort I’ve put in only to have ‘friends’ come up to me and literally start redoing my hair or makeup without my asking because it wasn’t up to their standards. Needless to say I don’t associate with people like that anymore.
For me, beauty is in nature and human kindness, but not appearance. Sure, there are plenty of absolutely beautiful people in the world, but some of them are just horrible on the inside, which is where being beautiful counts for me.
Smiles and Sunshine