Could I be the fairest one of them all…?
Beauty is such a wily, elusive matter.
We all grasp and grapple with beauty in some way or another. As girls, we innately desire to be feminine, beautiful, desirable. Men crave to grow into courageous, knightly beings to be worthy of their magnificent lady loves. And not to mention, in this modern era, the lengths at which one would go for to be thinner, taller, more flawless are simply astounding.
Why do we crave for beauty, and why do we (seemingly) fail horribly?
This has been something that’s been on my heart and mind. I would like to believe that while we were made to be beautiful, Man has corrupted the notion of beauty. Beauty goes beyond an external resplendence; there has to be a reason why “beautiful” is so distinct from “pretty”, “gorgeous” and “attractive”. Beauty is a state of being, rather than of proportions and mirrored reflections. A beautiful person is whole, graceful, radiant.
Perhaps then, let us seek wholeness and radiance with abandon, and find beauty along the way.