What makes a person beautiful? Is it their facial features? Their body type? Their style? Their personality?
I am slowly becoming obsessed with this whole blogging thing, and I really enjoy the “Freshly Pressed” stuff. Even the words “Freshly Pressed” are so clever and comforting. Like freshly pressed clothing or home-made orange juice…that’s what I picture anyway. So I look through that page on the daily, and today I stumbled upon a post that read “So here it is: I am ugly.” which caught my attention, so I read this young lady’s post. She talks about how she considers herself fat and ugly, and that these words have become part of her identity. (You can read it for yourself here - http://fatshionhustlings.com/2013/11/02/ugliness-my-right/#comment-156 – she is pretty awesome.)
Her post was very honest, yet gentle…you know, she was so kind and accepting of it all. This post – and the comments she got on it – inspired me. One comment said “we live in a world where attractiveness is more important than intelligence.” I believe this to be true. I am the perfect example of this.
I’m not ugly, but I don’t think I’m beautiful, either. I think I’m pretty, and I’m very fortunate for my good looks. I often half-jokingly say that I was a miracle baby (my brothers, as well) because…well, our parents aren’t the greatest looking folk. That, or they’ve just really let themselves go..? Mean, I know. Don’t care. Back to the looks thing…
I never take “selfies” because I’m not obsessed with my face like some people are, and selfies are kind of embarrassing. I don’t ever fish for compliments, but I often get them anyway. “Beautiful girl”, “Why are you so pretty?” , “hot mama” …that kind of stuff. I don’t get overly excited when people say these things, but I still say thanks. What I’m getting at is that people consider me “beautiful” because I have a pretty face. They are dumb.
I mean, great! thanks! but for serious?? I’ll tell you right now that I might actually be the ugliest person I know. You know why? Because I’m ugly on the inside. Most old people creep me out, I dislike people if they give me a “bad vibe”, I get angry when people get dramatic for attention…to sum things up, I just really dislike people. Babies and animals are beyond awesome! But I think people are awful. And I think I’m a pretty awful person, too. Which is why I am ugly.
I’m also not very bright. I’m pretty good with names and faces, but if you asked me what I ate for breakfast yesterday, or asked me about that really important thing we discussed in length last night, I would not be able to tell you! I’m extremely forgetful, and I often ask ridiculous questions, or have “blonde moments.” I also say “um” and “like” a lot. I disgust myself.
When I was in college, my graduating class had only eleven students, so group assignments were basically class discussions. This one beeotch in the class used to make the joke “you can’t be smart and beautiful!” It drove me nuts, because she looked at me every time she said it. When a classmate had a slip-up or brain-fart, “Oh, Becca…you must look pretty today! Everyone knows you can’t be smart and beautiful at the same time!” **Looks right at me** 0.0 You bitch. I’m dumb, I fucking get it. [What also makes me ugly is the fact that I am still cursing this woman as I write this. Big Bird-lookin' mofo!) Grrr.]
So what makes a person beautiful? I think being a good person on the inside makes you beautiful. I strive to be this person someday. I obviously need to work on this…a lot. So to those of you who are considered “ugly” by society….you’re not. Unless you have a terrible soul like me. Then yes, you are ugly.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
What the hell does that even mean?