I can relate to many of your musing on appearance. I have long known I wasn't traditionally "pretty" and thought that people had to get to know me to be drawn to me because I think much of my beauty lies in my personality. I've recently come to accept that I never will be a skinny teenager again, so there's no use worrying about it. If 5 months of vigorous trailwork and 200 crunches every morning didn't get rid of that stomach padding, nothing will!
Yet sometimes people surprise me. Beauty and sex appeal are such individual things, they really are in the eye of the beholder. Occasionally people who have just met me tell me I'm beautiful.
I also think so much depends on one's inner state. The most beautiful face can be ugly when twisted with hate, and I don't know anyone who isn't beautiful when a big smile lights up their face.
I specifically remember noticing your beauty one time when we went to a contra dance in Amherst for my 21st birthday. You were radiantly smiling and filled with the bouyancy (sp?) of music and
Aw, thanks! I remember that evening - it was great, and I do so love dancing like that.
I've been going through old moleskines looking for bits of verse and observations that I remember writing, and came across one, from March of this year. 'I used to think people looked like angels when they were asleep. Now I think thwy look like angels when they laugh.' I did really think that. Joy is amazing in what it does to appearance. But it's also about self-esteem and self-possession - that too shines through, lighting the corporeal.
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Yet sometimes people surprise me. Beauty and sex appeal are such individual things, they really are in the eye of the beholder. Occasionally people who have just met me tell me I'm beautiful.
I also think so much depends on one's inner state. The most beautiful face can be ugly when twisted with hate, and I don't know anyone who isn't beautiful when a big smile lights up their face.
I specifically remember noticing your beauty one time when we went to a contra dance in Amherst for my 21st birthday. You were radiantly smiling and filled with the bouyancy (sp?) of music and
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I've been going through old moleskines looking for bits of verse and observations that I remember writing, and came across one, from March of this year. 'I used to think people looked like angels when they were asleep. Now I think thwy look like angels when they laugh.' I did really think that. Joy is amazing in what it does to appearance.
But it's also about self-esteem and self-possession - that too shines through, lighting the corporeal.
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