Please Call Me Beautiful

I am undoubtedly, hopelessly, and obviously irreversibly, a girl. I am a girl and becoming a woman. The word woman scares me cause it is what everyone calls my mom, and my aunts, they are women and I am a girl. But as I am becoming a woman I am noticing more and more a fact I was little aware of. Now I am face to face with it. Women in general all desire to be beautiful. They desire to be desired and pursued. Now I could site several authors who will tell you this and back it up- one is John Eldridge. But its true- and no author is needed to prove it. Our desire to be attractive is made blatantly obvious by the way we spend money on endless products and clothes trying to accomplish someone else’s view of “beautiful”. But our real desire, at least what my real desire is- is to be breathtakingly beautiful to a man. To be so desirable that he would pursue me and fight for me. Beautiful beyond my face and body- that he would find who I am, the me that is way down deep, the me that is flawed but longing to be loved- that me- he would find beautiful.

Feminists may find me just another wishy-washy girly girl. But they couldn’t be farther from the truth (in fact they are just in denial cause somewhere down deep in them are the same needs and desires I have) I do not wear makeup, I have nothing pierced. I do not wear the latest fashions. And I spend less on beauty products than I spend on my socks. Not saying I am a greasy, icky person. I am clean and do try to look nice- my point in all this is to say that beauty is somewhere past what the media and magazine people say it is at. In fact, real beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder. Have you ever met someone who did not instantly take your breath away- but once you got to know them, they became one of the most attractive people you have ever met?

I think truly physical beauty is a bias. Our eyes see and interpret what they want to. Given some things are pleasing to sight and some things aren’t- I am willing to love my cousins’ obnoxious and ugly pug dog Rocky, because he is cuddly and sweet. He has even grown to be cute in my eyes. …See- in my eyes. So let’s temporarily throw out the physical beauty- cause to be honest if I am scarred on my face, I will never obtain that “beauty” and there are some women who are not “beautiful”. What the desire of a woman’s heart truly is- is to be desired for the irresistible beauty of WHO SHE IS! Even supermodels want to be loved for who they are- and they want who they are to be beautiful.

Have I killed the word yet? Just allow me a few more lines. There are parts of me that will never be “beautiful”- but I do so long to be loved and admired for the beauty of who I am. If you are a girl out there (or a woman) who can’t figure out why you are always longing for something- maybe this is it. If you are a man – mystified about how to pursue a girl, allow yourself to fall in love with who she is and tell her how beautiful she is-physically yes. But more about her heart, that beautiful heart that captivated you. (oh, did it?- look up kiddo) Back to you ladies; hold out for it- don’t sell yourself out, don’t sell yourself short. There IS beauty in you – in your feminity, in who you are. People who are worth your time see it. People who love you will praise it.