There are certain hard truths. Unalterable facts, if you will, that all the philosophical and theological debate in the world will not affect. For instance, the sky is blue - not because we have all subconsciously agreed that it should be, or because an unseen deity thought that it was a likable color - but because of the scattering effects of water molecules in the atmosphere and the peculiarity of light refraction. A hard truth.
Another hard truth is that men [and to a lesser degree, women] are hard wired to be influenced by audio/visual stimulation. We are tactile creatures, yes, but our world is encountered primarily through the senses of sight and sound. We understand beauty, because we are naturally predisposed to. A hard truth.
The point, now within reach, is this. Because of that hard truth, I can confidently say that you are, without doubt, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, in possession of what is arguably a near-perfect body, to boot. And this picture may be the best evidence of that beauty, you have yet posted.
Another hard truth is that men [and to a lesser degree, women] are hard wired to be influenced by audio/visual stimulation. We are tactile creatures, yes, but our world is encountered primarily through the senses of sight and sound. We understand beauty, because we are naturally predisposed to. A hard truth.
The point, now within reach, is this. Because of that hard truth, I can confidently say that you are, without doubt, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, in possession of what is arguably a near-perfect body, to boot. And this picture may be the best evidence of that beauty, you have yet posted.
It takes a certain kind of (rare) person to leave me without words I feel can properly accommodate such statements. I know these hard truths all too well & you have stated them bluntly, although elegantly, which was very suiting for the context & true nature of things. There is torture in beauty... at least, if I do posses this extra-ordinary beauty I am a tortured one.
I have grown from ugliness & have suffered the repercussions of it, teased as a youth for being overweight I fell into depression (which is reoccurring). The tattoos you see displayed on my body are to cover up stretch marks from being formally obese. Much like the lotus which blooms in the murkiest & muddiest of waters in the darkest of places to grow above the water. As well as one of the noble truths in Buddhism that suffering exists. The tattoos also act as reminders to me, for when I lose my mind, I will never lose those reminders.
I have striven for beauty, although know it will fade & that the true beauty is something that is not visible, but something developed through sharing & touching others on an emotional scale. This type of beauty can live on, for forever. Agreeably, the nature of humans is as you state, although we are very much emotional beings & driven at the core by emotion, me thinks.
I have grown from ugliness & have suffered the repercussions of it, teased as a youth for being overweight I fell into depression (which is reoccurring). The tattoos you see displayed on my body are to cover up stretch marks from being formally obese. Much like the lotus which blooms in the murkiest & muddiest of waters in the darkest of places to grow above the water. As well as one of the noble truths in Buddhism that suffering exists. The tattoos also act as reminders to me, for when I lose my mind, I will never lose those reminders.
I have striven for beauty, although know it will fade & that the true beauty is something that is not visible, but something developed through sharing & touching others on an emotional scale. This type of beauty can live on, for forever. Agreeably, the nature of humans is as you state, although we are very much emotional beings & driven at the core by emotion, me thinks.
Long Story, Short..
I'm reading this and, before I even get to the end, I'm thinking, 'Well, damn, woman; you won!'
You know what? You did. Because I did not write what I did in a vacuum, nor was it meant as some bullshit attempt to turn your head, or silver-tongue you out of your "Bobby Brooks".. I meant every word. And, judging by what others have said and continue to say about you, it is definitely an honest assessment.
Tell ya the truth, we're kind of kindred spirits. Without going into the boring details, let me just say I know exactly what it means to be on the outside, looking in; to be ostracized and isolated, because I didn't 'fit in.' The scars are always there, yes. Like your physical ones, the emotional ones are with us for life. Cover the physical with Ink; cover the emotional ones with a sort of callous on the soul. Along the way, I know, we are forced to leave the best part of ourselves behind - called survival. And either you do, or you don't. It may be a testament to your strength that you have survived, or, as I sometimes think of myself, the simple fact that we are too damn stupid to know when we've been whipped.
No matter. I can look any man in the eye today, without flinching. Without feeling the need to apologize for who or what I am.
You should, as well.
Like I said; you've already won.
The passing of physical beauty can be a blessing, too.
Don't rush it, but...
I'm reading this and, before I even get to the end, I'm thinking, 'Well, damn, woman; you won!'
You know what? You did. Because I did not write what I did in a vacuum, nor was it meant as some bullshit attempt to turn your head, or silver-tongue you out of your "Bobby Brooks".. I meant every word. And, judging by what others have said and continue to say about you, it is definitely an honest assessment.
Tell ya the truth, we're kind of kindred spirits. Without going into the boring details, let me just say I know exactly what it means to be on the outside, looking in; to be ostracized and isolated, because I didn't 'fit in.' The scars are always there, yes. Like your physical ones, the emotional ones are with us for life. Cover the physical with Ink; cover the emotional ones with a sort of callous on the soul. Along the way, I know, we are forced to leave the best part of ourselves behind - called survival. And either you do, or you don't. It may be a testament to your strength that you have survived, or, as I sometimes think of myself, the simple fact that we are too damn stupid to know when we've been whipped.
No matter. I can look any man in the eye today, without flinching. Without feeling the need to apologize for who or what I am.
You should, as well.
Like I said; you've already won.
The passing of physical beauty can be a blessing, too.
Don't rush it, but...