Beauty is in the eye of the beholder the saying goes. So why not change what we behold?
Growing up, I looked at women with different eyes than the men I encountered. I was attracted to the kind words, the soft touch, the gentleness and love towards children and old ones, the way they were different than I was, the mystery, the way they saw what I couldn’t, the way they stood, they way they spoke, all the things that make a woman. I found those things beautiful.
I noticed, but never really dwelled on how small their waist was, if their butt wiggled when they walked, how thick their eye lashes were, what shape their eyebrows were, what style their hair was, if they wore nail polish, or makeup.
As I grew older, I fell into noticing these things, because for one, other men did, and for another, women would ask what I thought about it.
I have recently in the last few years began a reversion. Where I see the beauty I saw before, and couldn’t care less about the other.
A woman with a “plain” face uncovered by make up, is beautiful to me.
The wrinkles of a grandmother caused by laughter and worry are beautiful to me.
Jet black hair, red curly hair, blonde straight hair, black tight curls, are all beautiful to me, because they are who that woman is.
A woman who dresses to show off everything doesn’t appeal to me, but a woman who respects herself and her body is beauty beyond measure.
A woman with a newborn, glowing with the joy of creating a life, looking on her little one with love. There is nothing more beautiful.
What do your eyes behold?