Beauty and Brains

I found it very hard to relate and reciprocate my feelings in a more intellect way.  So I took a moment and reflected on the women in my family that inspire me and how beautiful they are to me.  I then began to reflect on the whys and wherefores that make them beautiful to me. At that very moment is when I came to realization of what beauty and brains truly mean to me. When I researched the definition of beauty one of the many definitions that I came across was very vague in my opinion.  The very first one was: the quality of being pleasing, especially to look at, or someone or something that gives great pleasure, especially when you look at it.  This definition is very typical and if you ask many people what the find beautiful about a person they will probably begin to describe someone’s physical characteristics.  For example, “Her eye color is nice, long hair, and a nice body….”  Once in a blue moon do you hear people respond, “What makes someone beautiful are their selflessness, generosity, buoyancy, valor, and even sense of humor.” Physical beauty is the beauty a person inherits from a parent and/or ancestor, where inner beauty is a beauty that can be attained.  Correspondingly physical beauty can and will transform with time, however Inner beauty will endure or even advance. One of my favorite quotes are, “A beautiful woman, is a beautiful woman, but a beautiful woman with a brain is absolutely lethal” Author Prabal Gurung. So to look at beauty as the fascination of someone’s outer appearance is far from factual.  The realization of obtaining the worlds perception of beauty is constantly changing which makes it unattainable and unrealistic.  Therefore no one should every feel as though they are not beautiful because they do not have the appearance of the women in the media.  I believe it’s a way to set one’s self up for failure and much disillusionment, because the image in the mirror does not match the media’s image.  Evaluating yourself to their measurements is a guaranteed way to fail and start of self-hate. “We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” Author Maya Angelou. And this is what beauty and brains mean to me.

  

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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