Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
azurelunatic) wrote2003-01-19 03:04 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-01-19 03:04 pm
Alien...
Why should I be so boggled by the idea that others would be boggled by my seeing beauty in them, when I myself boggle at the concept that someone -- several someones -- should have a bit of an online crush on me?
Every person is, in their own way, beautiful. Beauty of the mind, beauty of the body, beauty of the spirit... some combination of those. We all have bits that could be improved upon. Perfection is not noted for being a human trait.
So many times, though, we don't delight in what we can do well, what we're good at, what makes us beautiful, from ridicule, from fear of being narcissistic. We focus on the bad bits. My skin should be clearer. I should lose weight. I can't write well. I can't spell. I can't speak in front of others. I can't make up my own mind. Everybody keeps picking on me.
And then, our minds full of these doubts in beauty and certainties in ugliness, we deny it when others delight in our beauty. It hurts, then, to hear that the beauty we see is not seen, is not shared, with the person whose beauty it is, and we begin, in turn, to doubt in the beauty in ourselves...
Every person is, in their own way, beautiful. Beauty of the mind, beauty of the body, beauty of the spirit... some combination of those. We all have bits that could be improved upon. Perfection is not noted for being a human trait.
So many times, though, we don't delight in what we can do well, what we're good at, what makes us beautiful, from ridicule, from fear of being narcissistic. We focus on the bad bits. My skin should be clearer. I should lose weight. I can't write well. I can't spell. I can't speak in front of others. I can't make up my own mind. Everybody keeps picking on me.
And then, our minds full of these doubts in beauty and certainties in ugliness, we deny it when others delight in our beauty. It hurts, then, to hear that the beauty we see is not seen, is not shared, with the person whose beauty it is, and we begin, in turn, to doubt in the beauty in ourselves...
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