“You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, when you meet them you think, “Not bad. They’re okay.” And then you get to know them and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it. And they just turn into something
I couldn’t have said it better. This is exactly how I feel about some of the people who have become my best friends. For me, outward beauty as the world sees it is just plain confusing. Our culture has set standards of what is ‘beautiful’ and supposedly the closer you are to reaching those standards, the happier you’ll be. If you’re beautiful, you’ll marry someone dashing and handsome and live happily ever after.
Wouldn’t that mean that the more beautiful your husband/wife is, the happier you’ll be? And therefore, the most beautiful couple will be the happiest? And as you go down the line, getting further and further from the standard of beauty, you’ll be less and less happy because you didn’t find perfection in your spouse. That sounds horrible! All those of us who aren’t on the Most Beautiful People list are doomed to never marry happily.
I know dozens of perfectly happy couples who are delightfully contented with the person they’ve chosen to spend their lives with. The world might compare them to others and find them un-beautiful, but to each other they’re more beautiful than all the rest of the world. I think they’re beautiful, too.
So beauty isn’t something that can be defined with one ideal. Thank goodness!
Maybe, because every person is different, every person has a different kind of beauty and sets their own standard. That means that every single person is the most beautiful person in the world.
When you first meet someone, because you don’t know them, you don’t always know how to see their kind of beauty. But as you get to know them, it emerges and they suddenly turn into something so beautiful.
It would make sense then that you see the person you’ve chosen to spend your life with as the most beautiful person. You know them the best and can see their beauty like no one else.
This is all just speculation. I don’t know if it’s true. But it seems to fit well with how I see people, and I rather like the idea.
So, to my wonderful friends reading this, I’d like to say something that you may or may not believe. You might pass over this as just gushy sentiment that definitely wasn’t meant for you. But even if you’re skeptical or even cynical, please give me a chance and trust that this is all true. I’ve thought carefully about what I’m going to say and none of it is superfluous blather to make me sound loving and sweet.
I know what it is to see people I love deeply say they hate what they see when they look in a mirror. It hurts, especially because I wish I could tell them how beautiful/good looking they are to me, but I know they won’t believe me. When I look at them, I don’t see hair that’s boringly straight or hopelessly curly. I don’t see acne, ever, no matter how much there is. I really don’t. I don’t see eyes that are too small or noses that are too big. I see a person that I’ve come to love because I’ve had the privilege to get to know them, and to me, they are beautiful beyond compare.
This is me telling you that I promise, I swear, that when I look at you, I see a person who is beautiful. Not just inner beauty. I mean really and truly, good-looking, handsome, pretty, gorgeous, whatever you’d like to call it.
You are so beautiful.