What exactly is beauty? What is it to be beautiful? What is it to age beautifully, to grow old gracefully? Is there really any truth behind those words? Society, societal standards deem our beauty be judged by our physical attributes, sensuality and sexuality. Physical attractiveness, the perfect supermodel or Victoria Secret angel body. A world ruled by a superficial perfectness. Shallowness pervades as women are the most susceptible to this stigma branded into their minds from early on. We must always work at being attractive, thin and keep our youthful look as we age. Fears ingrained that gray hair, crows feet, and sagging skin are not desirable reinforcing fears that as we age we will become less and less desirable. These deep down fears conditioned into women and supported by a society full of money and sex appeal chasers. The sadness in this is that we ignore and eventually forget about the true beauty carried deep inside. This forgotten beauty lies just under the surface of our soul casing, shining brilliantly waiting to be touched gently, held softly, and caressed sweetly. So many judge by outward appearances, I’m guilty of this myself.
Whatever happened to being faithful and honest to your commitments? How do people inexplicably fall out of love? What is seen in the other person that your partner lacks? Is it all just the allure of the superficial? Will a relationship based on money or lust really bring you happiness? Is the grass truly greener in yonder pasture?
I see the chaos in people, in relationships and in love so I have this to say:
What if my skin was as soft, smooth and perfect as the charismatic love in my heart and soul, would you love me the same as when I was in my twenties?
What if my soul casing remained as perfect and alluring as the love in my heart and soul, would you be attracted to me then?
What if my smile, my hair and my eyes were as tantalizing as the love in my heart and soul, would you still care about me then?
What if my physical appearance was as voluptuous as the love in my heart and soul, would you truly love me then?
What if my thighs were as lush as the sultry love in my heart and soul, would you hold me in your eyes then?
What if the time lines etched on my face were as hypnotic as the mesmerizing love in my heart and soul, would you still tenderly caress my cheek?
What if my bank accounts overflowed with as much love as is in my heart and soul, would you find it easier to love me then?
What if my worth were measured by the extent of the abundant love in my heart and soul, would there be a place for me by your side then?
What if my messiness, my ugliness and all that in between were as captivating as the beautiful love within my heart and soul, would you hear my heart song then?
What if the fresh glow of soft supple temptation, naive and inexperienced hadn’t arrived, would you still be in love with me then?
What if, what if, what if my imperfections were as graceful as the love in my heart and soul?