Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Beautiful
This post has been a long time coming. After years of exposure to the bikini culture of Southern California, and even more years of exposure to the multi-billion dollar fashion industry, the multi billion dollar dollar "beauty" industry, and, despite my efforts to avoid it, the multi billion dollar pornography industry; I have come to a sad conclusion. Some people do not know what beauty is anymore. They have influenced the vast majority of people to the point of mass confusion and insecurity. Which leads me to another sad conclusion...We have now reached a point in time...that in the present century...that has some of the best health care, access to proper hygeine and dental care...in a country that has produced...through the micro-evolution of time...and the inbreeding of so many races...the most beautiful people that this earth has ever seen...within this age and this country...almost nobody realizes that they are beautiful.
At first I would not believe it. Hasn't anybody ever read an old world novel. The people in them do not look like their period drama movie equivalents. Back then, it was COMMON for people to have VERY BAD TEETH!
Now we are so spoiled that we do not even want to make the beggar on the streets of New York smile because then we might have to endure the obscene horror of teeth that are missing, yellow, brown and jagged. Now we won't even tolerate the signs of natural aging. We don't want elderly people to look elderly, so we tell them to peroxide their teeeth. (What, you did not know that those teeth whitening strips have bleach in them?)
When I was growing up, I did not possess a perfect smile. My teeth were still as white and strong as they are now. I have never had a cavity, because I took excellent care of my teeth. Why? Because my parents impressed upon me that if I had bad teeth I would not get a job and no man would ever love me.
I am going to let that sink in for a minute.
Now I am going to ask you a candid question...Aren't my parents right?
Isn't it true that if I had yellow teeth or very crooked teeth, I would have not been able to find even the scant amount of work that I have found in this bad economy? Isn't it true that if my teeth were crooked, that it is not likely that any of the many men I have met who have said the words, "You have a great smile" would ever have said it.
It makes me a little sad now and it made me sad when I was a teenager. That was why, when my slightly protruding iteeth made my younger brother call me, "vampire", (this was before today, where my teenager smile would actually have been considered sexy) I was sad. My parents said that there was only one thing to do. They would have to scrap from their virtually non-existend savings and buy their eldest daughter braces and straighten out those teeth perfectly if they ever wanted her to survive in "the real world" (until she "caught a man" and got married, or if she ever had a chance at "catching a man"). So I got braces. I have never felt more ugly in my life than when I first got those braces. What was worse, was the orthodontist they first employed was a hack, so I had to wear those things for five years. I went through most of my teen years, believing that I was ugly.
It was not just because of the braces. It was because I knew, deep down in my soul, that my society and culture saw me as too fat to be beautiful.
So many women are as miserable as I was. Because everywoman was created to be beautiful and to know that she was beautiful. If any of you men even breathe the words "feminine vanity" near my pretty ears, you deserve to be given a reason to run to see an orthodontist!
Women were made beautiful by God as men were. He did not create them to not care about beauty. He designed us specifically that all our intuition, which He fashioned to be so powerful, would be constantly searching for and loving beauty. They start with themselves, and work out to clothes, then to rooms, then to houses, to gardens, and outward. They start from within. Women can't be happy unless they know that they are beautiful, body and soul. Because women know intuitively that the soul animates the body.
Women are being told through some movies, most advertisements, most of the media and most of hollywood culture and by all pornography that they are not quite beautiful. Not exactly a real beauty.
That is why there are so many eating disorders. Statistacs show that half the women in this country personally know somebody who has an eating disorder. That is also why there is so much anarexia. That is why most women, if you ask them the question, "Do you think that you are beautiful?"
She will answer...
"I don't like my body."
"I used to be pretty, but then I had a C-section. Now I have this big incision scar and all these stretch marks."
"I will never be exactly a classic beauty. I work out very hard and I have reached the point finally where I don't mind my body so much, because now at least I am thin. But my breasts are almost non-existent now, and I feel bad about that. So I am saving up for my implants."
"I am not really beautiful...my nose is too big."
"My mouth is too big."
"I have cellulite. If I did not have so much cellulite, I would be beautiful."
"My underarms are too flabby and too much like jello."
"My feet are too big. I can't wear those sexy seven inch heels, like Sarah Jessica Parker, because they never have my size in the shoe department and I look ridiculous in them. She can wear them because her feet are small and because she is hot and I'm...not."
"I would be beautiful if I did not have these tires of fat and these love handles around my waist."
"I would be beautiful if my waist was smaller."
"I would be beautiful if my hips were'nt so big. I keep trying to make them small, but I can't make my body proportional no matter how thin the rest of me gets!"
"My face is okay but the rest of my body is not toned enough for me to feel good about myself."
"I hate my hair. I tried dying it, but it just made it more dry and thin. I can't afford to go to a salon and get all the products to make it shiny and moist. I can't afford all those hair attachments that they give you if you are a movie star, to make sure that your hair is always big and beautiful."
"I am African American and I have an afro, because I have really kinky hair. Every single black girl on a magazine and in the movies I see, from Beyonce Knowles to Rihanna to Keshia Knight Pulliam...has hair like a white girl! All long and flowing. I guess that means that men all like that better. Maybe there is something wrong with me. Maybe I need to change my look."
"I am really pale and I can't get tanned. I used to be sad about that. Then "Twilight" came out. Now I don't need to get a fake tan. Now I just sport a more gothy look, like Kristen Stweart, and dye my hair dark. Now I am cool!"
"I lost my boyfriend to an African American girl who has a really curvy ass. I lost the boyfriend before that to a Mexican girl with really big boobs. I am starting to see a pattern here. But I am naturally petite and slender. I cried a lot because I realized that I could not possibly compete. But now I know how I will finally feel beautiful. I am going to save up for plastic surgery and implants. If I can just get my butt lifted and tucked, it will look curvier without looking big. If I get implants, I will be hotter than that Mexican girl because I will have a smaller frame and waist than her (which me think is hot) and will also have big breasts (which men think are hot). Besides, my breasts will look better than natural breasts because they won't have stretch marks. Which is so not hot."
"My ex husband left me for a much younger woman. I am fifty now...what am I suppossed to do? I can't compete with a twenty year old. I just am not as pretty as I was when I was twenty. I have wrinkles and sun spots and smile lines. My face is starting to sink. I feel really bad about my neck."
"I would be beautiful if I were thin. I am a size 28 W. It is nearly impossible for me to find clothers. I hate going shopping because there is never anything that I like in my size and so I feel rejected and even fatter and uglier. So I just stopped caring about fashion and wear big baggy t shirts to cover my ugly body up. Then I go visit my mom and she keeps telling me I need to try harder, wear more makeup, find something more girly to wear, fix my hair. Why? What for? No matter what I do, I am always going to be twenty sizes too ugly!"
Now go back and read all of those again.
These are what most women are feeling.
I am writing this right now to tell all of you women reading this post, (and all men so that you will understand)...
You are beautiful
Your eyes are beautiful
If they are brown they are warmer and more deep and unfathomable than the earth itself
If they are blue they are bright and crystal clear, more beautiful than the stars
If they are green they are seductive and gleaming mystery, more beautiful than the depths of the ocean
If they are amber, they are brighter and warmer than fire
If they are hazel, they are both warm and cool, dark and light, a paradox of beauty, the pinaccle of nature's artistry
If they are gray they glow more beautiful than moonlight
If they are violet they are more beautiful than any gem or flower
Moreover, your smile is beautiful, and not just because your lips are perfect and your teeth are more beautiful than pearls
which they always are, no matter the shape or size of your mouth...it is perfection.
Your smile has a radiance more bright than the sun, because it comes from within, with the music of your laughter, and the warmth of your heart.
Your whole body is beautiful, whether it is paler than snow, darker than the warm earth or the cool night sky, or golden as the sun, or pink as the new dawn.
Your wrinkles and smile lines are beautiful.
Your scars are beautiful.
Your stretch marks and cellulite are beautiful.
What you previously percieved as "too thin" is beautiful.
What you previously percieved as "fat" is even more beautiful.
Your waist, breasts, butt, legs, arms, neck, shoulders, hands and feet are perfect. Stop trying to change yourself. You are perfect the way you are.
Your nose is perfect.
Your forehead is perfect.
Your chin is perfect.
Your bone structure is perfect.
Your lips are neither too thin norr too big. They are perfect.
Your mouth is not too big and not too small. It is perfect.
Your cheeks are not too thin and they are not too plump. They are perfect.
You are amazingly, captivatingly, utterly, and irrisistably beautiful.
You are awe-inspiring.
Now go tear up that magazine you bought.
Throw all that excess makeup out. You don't need it. A little foundation, concealer, mascara, fine. But All those heavy paints you use to hide your face. NO.
Throw out every single outfit you have that makes you feel insufficient in any way instead of the goddess-like beauty that you are. Princesses do not wear clothes that are too stupidly designed to flatter beauty as obvious as her own.
Throw out all of your live-in boyfriend's pornography stash, and if he starts screaming for his porno babes, tell him to go out and get them, then lock the door behind him. He does not deserve you.
Throw out every single mysogynistic movie you own. You know the ones I mean. The ones where the man always gets the girl without trying, all the nudity that has no meaning. The ones that glorify the pimp-ho relationship. You know the ones I mean because they are the ones making you feel small.
Throw out the man who has been cheating on you. Dump the boyfriend who has been cheating on you and delete his number from your phone and block him online.
Go buy yourself only things that make you feel beautiful. If somebody says they don't carry your size, tell them that you are now the majority in America and to get their act together or they won't get your money.
Go buy a full-sized mirror that does not distort your image. Then pull an Elizabeth-Taylor like move and grab some red lipstick and write across the mirror the words, "I AM BEAUTIFUL!"
Don't you ever forget that. And make sure that the men and women in your life know that you are, if they want to stay in your life.
See ya, Gorgeous! Keep smiling, because your smile is just too beautiful not to shine on the world!
At first I would not believe it. Hasn't anybody ever read an old world novel. The people in them do not look like their period drama movie equivalents. Back then, it was COMMON for people to have VERY BAD TEETH!
Now we are so spoiled that we do not even want to make the beggar on the streets of New York smile because then we might have to endure the obscene horror of teeth that are missing, yellow, brown and jagged. Now we won't even tolerate the signs of natural aging. We don't want elderly people to look elderly, so we tell them to peroxide their teeeth. (What, you did not know that those teeth whitening strips have bleach in them?)
When I was growing up, I did not possess a perfect smile. My teeth were still as white and strong as they are now. I have never had a cavity, because I took excellent care of my teeth. Why? Because my parents impressed upon me that if I had bad teeth I would not get a job and no man would ever love me.
I am going to let that sink in for a minute.
Now I am going to ask you a candid question...Aren't my parents right?
Isn't it true that if I had yellow teeth or very crooked teeth, I would have not been able to find even the scant amount of work that I have found in this bad economy? Isn't it true that if my teeth were crooked, that it is not likely that any of the many men I have met who have said the words, "You have a great smile" would ever have said it.
It makes me a little sad now and it made me sad when I was a teenager. That was why, when my slightly protruding iteeth made my younger brother call me, "vampire", (this was before today, where my teenager smile would actually have been considered sexy) I was sad. My parents said that there was only one thing to do. They would have to scrap from their virtually non-existend savings and buy their eldest daughter braces and straighten out those teeth perfectly if they ever wanted her to survive in "the real world" (until she "caught a man" and got married, or if she ever had a chance at "catching a man"). So I got braces. I have never felt more ugly in my life than when I first got those braces. What was worse, was the orthodontist they first employed was a hack, so I had to wear those things for five years. I went through most of my teen years, believing that I was ugly.
It was not just because of the braces. It was because I knew, deep down in my soul, that my society and culture saw me as too fat to be beautiful.
So many women are as miserable as I was. Because everywoman was created to be beautiful and to know that she was beautiful. If any of you men even breathe the words "feminine vanity" near my pretty ears, you deserve to be given a reason to run to see an orthodontist!
Women were made beautiful by God as men were. He did not create them to not care about beauty. He designed us specifically that all our intuition, which He fashioned to be so powerful, would be constantly searching for and loving beauty. They start with themselves, and work out to clothes, then to rooms, then to houses, to gardens, and outward. They start from within. Women can't be happy unless they know that they are beautiful, body and soul. Because women know intuitively that the soul animates the body.
Women are being told through some movies, most advertisements, most of the media and most of hollywood culture and by all pornography that they are not quite beautiful. Not exactly a real beauty.
That is why there are so many eating disorders. Statistacs show that half the women in this country personally know somebody who has an eating disorder. That is also why there is so much anarexia. That is why most women, if you ask them the question, "Do you think that you are beautiful?"
She will answer...
"I don't like my body."
"I used to be pretty, but then I had a C-section. Now I have this big incision scar and all these stretch marks."
"I will never be exactly a classic beauty. I work out very hard and I have reached the point finally where I don't mind my body so much, because now at least I am thin. But my breasts are almost non-existent now, and I feel bad about that. So I am saving up for my implants."
"I am not really beautiful...my nose is too big."
"My mouth is too big."
"I have cellulite. If I did not have so much cellulite, I would be beautiful."
"My underarms are too flabby and too much like jello."
"My feet are too big. I can't wear those sexy seven inch heels, like Sarah Jessica Parker, because they never have my size in the shoe department and I look ridiculous in them. She can wear them because her feet are small and because she is hot and I'm...not."
"I would be beautiful if I did not have these tires of fat and these love handles around my waist."
"I would be beautiful if my waist was smaller."
"I would be beautiful if my hips were'nt so big. I keep trying to make them small, but I can't make my body proportional no matter how thin the rest of me gets!"
"My face is okay but the rest of my body is not toned enough for me to feel good about myself."
"I hate my hair. I tried dying it, but it just made it more dry and thin. I can't afford to go to a salon and get all the products to make it shiny and moist. I can't afford all those hair attachments that they give you if you are a movie star, to make sure that your hair is always big and beautiful."
"I am African American and I have an afro, because I have really kinky hair. Every single black girl on a magazine and in the movies I see, from Beyonce Knowles to Rihanna to Keshia Knight Pulliam...has hair like a white girl! All long and flowing. I guess that means that men all like that better. Maybe there is something wrong with me. Maybe I need to change my look."
"I am really pale and I can't get tanned. I used to be sad about that. Then "Twilight" came out. Now I don't need to get a fake tan. Now I just sport a more gothy look, like Kristen Stweart, and dye my hair dark. Now I am cool!"
"I lost my boyfriend to an African American girl who has a really curvy ass. I lost the boyfriend before that to a Mexican girl with really big boobs. I am starting to see a pattern here. But I am naturally petite and slender. I cried a lot because I realized that I could not possibly compete. But now I know how I will finally feel beautiful. I am going to save up for plastic surgery and implants. If I can just get my butt lifted and tucked, it will look curvier without looking big. If I get implants, I will be hotter than that Mexican girl because I will have a smaller frame and waist than her (which me think is hot) and will also have big breasts (which men think are hot). Besides, my breasts will look better than natural breasts because they won't have stretch marks. Which is so not hot."
"My ex husband left me for a much younger woman. I am fifty now...what am I suppossed to do? I can't compete with a twenty year old. I just am not as pretty as I was when I was twenty. I have wrinkles and sun spots and smile lines. My face is starting to sink. I feel really bad about my neck."
"I would be beautiful if I were thin. I am a size 28 W. It is nearly impossible for me to find clothers. I hate going shopping because there is never anything that I like in my size and so I feel rejected and even fatter and uglier. So I just stopped caring about fashion and wear big baggy t shirts to cover my ugly body up. Then I go visit my mom and she keeps telling me I need to try harder, wear more makeup, find something more girly to wear, fix my hair. Why? What for? No matter what I do, I am always going to be twenty sizes too ugly!"
Now go back and read all of those again.
These are what most women are feeling.
I am writing this right now to tell all of you women reading this post, (and all men so that you will understand)...
You are beautiful
Your eyes are beautiful
If they are brown they are warmer and more deep and unfathomable than the earth itself
If they are blue they are bright and crystal clear, more beautiful than the stars
If they are green they are seductive and gleaming mystery, more beautiful than the depths of the ocean
If they are amber, they are brighter and warmer than fire
If they are hazel, they are both warm and cool, dark and light, a paradox of beauty, the pinaccle of nature's artistry
If they are gray they glow more beautiful than moonlight
If they are violet they are more beautiful than any gem or flower
Moreover, your smile is beautiful, and not just because your lips are perfect and your teeth are more beautiful than pearls
which they always are, no matter the shape or size of your mouth...it is perfection.
Your smile has a radiance more bright than the sun, because it comes from within, with the music of your laughter, and the warmth of your heart.
Your whole body is beautiful, whether it is paler than snow, darker than the warm earth or the cool night sky, or golden as the sun, or pink as the new dawn.
Your wrinkles and smile lines are beautiful.
Your scars are beautiful.
Your stretch marks and cellulite are beautiful.
What you previously percieved as "too thin" is beautiful.
What you previously percieved as "fat" is even more beautiful.
Your waist, breasts, butt, legs, arms, neck, shoulders, hands and feet are perfect. Stop trying to change yourself. You are perfect the way you are.
Your nose is perfect.
Your forehead is perfect.
Your chin is perfect.
Your bone structure is perfect.
Your lips are neither too thin norr too big. They are perfect.
Your mouth is not too big and not too small. It is perfect.
Your cheeks are not too thin and they are not too plump. They are perfect.
You are amazingly, captivatingly, utterly, and irrisistably beautiful.
You are awe-inspiring.
Now go tear up that magazine you bought.
Throw all that excess makeup out. You don't need it. A little foundation, concealer, mascara, fine. But All those heavy paints you use to hide your face. NO.
Throw out every single outfit you have that makes you feel insufficient in any way instead of the goddess-like beauty that you are. Princesses do not wear clothes that are too stupidly designed to flatter beauty as obvious as her own.
Throw out all of your live-in boyfriend's pornography stash, and if he starts screaming for his porno babes, tell him to go out and get them, then lock the door behind him. He does not deserve you.
Throw out every single mysogynistic movie you own. You know the ones I mean. The ones where the man always gets the girl without trying, all the nudity that has no meaning. The ones that glorify the pimp-ho relationship. You know the ones I mean because they are the ones making you feel small.
Throw out the man who has been cheating on you. Dump the boyfriend who has been cheating on you and delete his number from your phone and block him online.
Go buy yourself only things that make you feel beautiful. If somebody says they don't carry your size, tell them that you are now the majority in America and to get their act together or they won't get your money.
Go buy a full-sized mirror that does not distort your image. Then pull an Elizabeth-Taylor like move and grab some red lipstick and write across the mirror the words, "I AM BEAUTIFUL!"
Don't you ever forget that. And make sure that the men and women in your life know that you are, if they want to stay in your life.
See ya, Gorgeous! Keep smiling, because your smile is just too beautiful not to shine on the world!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Princess Diana and Princess Kate
I loved both Bridal looks! Yet it might be because both are so beautiful themselves.
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