Beauty
I was talking with my boyfriend the other day about beauty. He was telling me how he was talking to this beautiful woman once and she told him that she had many flaws. He didn't believe her, he couldn't see any flaws. But this is what women do, we see our flaws and we spend a lot of time trying to hide them.
A few months ago, I saw Caramel, a Lebonese film about women in a beauty salon. The film was filled with physically attractive women, but I thought Rose was the most beautiful. She just had this way about her. There's this scene where she's getting ready for a date with this older gentleman. Her hair is all done up and she has bright green eyeshadow on... and then something stops her in her tracks, makes her believe she's not good enough... and we have to suffer through this heartbreaking scene of her slowly removing her makeup. I was yelling "NO!" at the screen the first time I watched it.
I think after seeing that, I was convinced that I wouldn't make that mistake. I have no idea where I stand on the raw, physical beauty scale. Every once in a while a guy will ask me for my number at a gas station or a restaurant, so I figure I've got something to offer, but even then, I really don't know what translates to on a scale. I guess I just care more about what I do with what I have, and especially whether or not I have Rose's brand of beauty, b/c it really does shine through.
"A weed is no more than a flower in disguise,
Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes." - James Russell Lowell
...I think it's true.
