‘Beauty’ is constantly shoved down our throats like a binge of the most delicious food you can imagine. My job entails being forever surrounded by the most visually pleasing winners of the genetic lottery.
Of course it’s hard not to compare yourself to all these magnificent creatures but for the most part – unless I’m feeling ultra gross and stuffing my face with peanut butter and chocolate – I can completely remove myself from that evil place of comparison and just enjoy and appreciate the beauty in others.
But… it has made me realise one thing – beauty, as we know it, means absolutely NOTHING if what’s inside that person isn’t beautiful. It’s the most cliche of cliches, but like most cliches, it is 100% unescapable. I have recently encountered jealousy, insecurity and downright nastiness from a particular female individual that I dare not name. Previous to this, I had been in awe of her physicality. She has exotic features and a pretty innocence, also able to be incredibly sexy and womanly when she wants to be. Having never actually had a proper conversation with her, I took it upon myself to subconsciously judge her and assume we would get on swimmingly. Why wouldn’t we? She looked “nice”, whatever that means.
I won’t go into any details about our altercation. All I know is that now, when she pops up on my social networks, or I notice her on a billboard or in a magazine, instead of marvelling at her obvious beauty, all I see is ugliness. There are a lot of beautiful “2D” people out there. But when it comes to ‘real’ people (that’s people that we know in real life, that we see in person day to day – not people we think we know but actually just read what they’re up to in 140 characters or less) it’s a rare thing to find a truly genuine beautiful person. It’s beautiful because it’s so unordinary.
Roald Dahl said, “A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.” Romantic as it may be, he’s completely spot on. It’s not about your looks. There is a tremendously HUGE difference between being good looking and being attractive. I’m certain that I have the most mesmerisingly gorgeous group of best friends, not only because yes, they’re lookers, but mainly because they are so bloody great on the inside that their amazing energies are shining through to the outside.
Another cliche is that Love is Blind. It most certainly is, but you know what? I’m fine with that. You may not be everyones cup of tea, but if you are wildly attractive on the inside then someone will fall wildly in love with you and see you as the most beautiful person on this planet. I think my boyfriend is the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on, because I am so attracted to all aspects of him. I think my best model friends top any Victoria Secret model (my friend Maddie is so ridiculously beautiful outside AND inside that when I see her all I do is stroke her face while trying to listen to her stories). I think my mum is the prettiest woman in the world. Just like I know that many, many people must think that above un named female individual is great in all aspects, and not just her perfectly symmetrical face.