homework for this week....
I don't think you can define beauty, at least, not physical beauty. Everyone's ideal of beauty is different. So, I don't think there's any way you can really define beauty. I don't even know what being “beautiful” in a physical way means, or what it is. Is it a thin body, being tall, slender, having a certain hair color? I know the Nazi's ideal of beauty was the blonde haired blue eyed Aryan.
Then again, there ARE men who think that overweight women are beautiful.
So, that's my take on physical beauty.
I do think that real beauty in a person has nothing to do with their physical looks. I think it's more a matter of something that is inside of you.
You can be whoever you look like on the outside. You can even change the way you look on the outside. But whoever you are, what you are, THAT is on the inside. And you can't always change that.
I think the real measure of beauty is what kind of person you are on the inside. Kind, gentle, caring. Someone who gives of themselves. To me, that is beautiful. Someone who is cruel, mean, does not care. Someone who hurts others, emotionally, physically, spiritually. To me, that person is ugly.
I may have been broken...
But I'm still beautiful.
I have been thinking about that saying. And I think there is another meaning to it.
I think that beautiful is a metaphor for something else. It's not simply “beauty” that the saying is referring to. I think it symbolizes something else, something entirely different from beauty.
To me, this saying speaks to me and says that the trauma that “broke” me doesn't change who I was as a person before the trauma. And when I look at it this way, and then look at my drawing, I can go further, and say that the trauma that “broke” me can't keep me from growing. I can still grow, and I am still the person I was. I am still “beautiful.”
Now I just have to try and find that person, and help her heal and grow.