Vanity is a dirty word!. Seems I'm endlessly seeing my lovely wife and her mother (that lived with us for a time) staring into the mirror trying to improve their beauty. Of course being a male many of us men don't worry about that. Why? Well partially its an attitude of - I am who I am and also its what's inside that counts.
What is "beauty"?. Unfortunately in our modern powder slapping lipstick painting society that is subjective. It's a pity "beauty" was judged on level of kindness to others and other living things. By and large it isn't. Being a man I've worked and lied with men all my life especially in the Defence force days. I know what they (and me) looked for in a lady when young, sexy coke bottle shaped figure, hair you wanted to run your fingers through and of course it was even better if they lusted for you. A dream come true. How 90% unrealistic!
Once I hit 40yo I had a totally different view on what beauty was. Beauty then included- compatibility eg she had to have the same sensitivity as me towards animals and kind people also people in need.
So, what of our young adults that find their appearance challenging as they compare themselves to the Kardashians of today? I feel very sorry for them because somewhere along the way of growing up they havent acknowledged the above. We cannot simply blame parents, the teenagers world is influenced by peers at school, comparisons or criticisms. School environments can be a terribly nasty place to exist. One short nasty comment from a cruel male or female can tumble a young girls confidence down a hill. We must counter that as individuals and as a society. Thankfully bullying is a dwindling occurrence as its been tackled vigorously in the last 15 years.
A message to all people young and not so young - YOU ARE AS BEAUTIFUL AS ANY OTHER PERSON ON THE PLANET. You must work towards that thought and belief. You are unique, one of a kind that has quality characteristics you can build on to make a difference to this world.
Imagine you are walking along a footpath and spot a injured bird. You kneel, you pick that bird up and stroke its neck. His eyes lock onto yours as his eyelids slowly close forever. You take him home and bury him is your back yard. Would you realise that your beauty right there, for that bird was the last thing he saw alive? That is a magical experience that no one else had done to that bird in amongst 8 billion humans?
Beauty- its on the inside.