Beauty-full

This is my personal blog, so I have decided to blog about one of the most overused words, Beauty.
At this particular moment I have been pondering beauty much, I am a VERY VERY aesthetic person. Where other people see material, I see the delicate weave of fabric, I cannot resist touching things when I see them, I turn into a child at bright colors, yarn, paints etc. I can see the beauty in things broken down, used and abused. A bohemian abode catches the corner of my eye to the point where I can smell the patchouli or incense coiling itself and rising to the beat of French accordion or tribal drums, a poet passionately reading a piece of prose....Yes those things are esoterically beautiful to me, but what I want to write about is, What is beauty as far as human beings go? When I grew up, I was so so hard on myself, Girls at a certain age usually try to measure up to what they see in movies and on magazine covers, they see their own mothers insecurities and watch them get operated on to have bigger breasts, or a smaller nose, the list goes on and on and on. The standard of beauty changes from country to country and culture to culture ages old genetic codes even have a play in this. I have been married to Jorge for 12 years this year, and he has always seen me as beautiful, no matter what stage of life that I have been in, I have gained weight and I have lost weight, I have had short hair and long hair. Obviously I have always had a VERY specific body shape. I have always had a booty, one of my friends asked how I got it like that, wow, like there was something I actually did to get it like that. When I moved to Chile, I feel somewhat comfortable here as far as being beautiful the standard here fluctuates very little, Long hair, curvy body, little clothing and if you have blue eyes and blond hair you get like triple brownie points. One time Moriah and I were talking about boys whistling here at girls and men at women, she was like "Mom, If someone says they don't like getting whistled at here they have never been whistled at." HAH leave it to my kids to tell the truth, you may not feel that way but my little boys still whistle at me when I dress up and it makes me smile, Jorge on the other hand is Mr. Grabby hands. But I have never met anyone I did not think was beautiful until they opened their mouth, the thing that gets me everytime is I really genuinely love people when I meet them and then they can start being rude and hateful, biased, controlling etc. etc. and then the beauty just fades away..Sometimes I think that people think if you are a Christian woman you don't have to be beautiful. I myself, prefer a rugged natural beauty, I loved aged wrinkles and smile lines on people ESPECIALLY if they are genuine and wear them well, I love how beautiful the women are in Chile, especially the artists up in the Cajon or the musicians that bustle along Plaza Italia, The men that wear their hair down to the middle of the back. I think of how God made the lilies, pansies, bright extravagant sea creatures. I think of Esther in the bible in her beautification process. I think of Abrahams wife Sarah, how she was so beautiful that Abraham lied to protect HIS self. But the most extravagant beauty of all is what we carry on the inside, how we view God, How we view others, because how we view others shapes the entire world and its outcome, it shapes how our children see other and their relationships. Yes inner beauty is more important than outer beauty but where would we be without beauty and the word-beautiful...Well, I heard Pat Robertson say one time that maybe if a woman took care of herself better than maybe her husband wouldn't be over-indulging in video games...OH Pat Robertson it just sounds like you don't know what true beauty is and maybe you surround yourself with ugly people, what I mean is ugly on the inside. The closer to God I get the more beautiful I feel by my surrender, yes I still dress up but, now as opposed to my teen years I know that I am beautiful and I am thankful that Jorge obviously thinks I am beautiful and I am growing on the inside and my outside is a reflection of that growth, not merely a desperate pursuit to cover up a deep insecurity issue....Well, enough of my ramblings on beauty. What do you find beautiful? Physically? Mentally? Emotionally?
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