I would like to begin talking about the meaning of real beauty with the following few lines which comes from my little experience in life.
The outer beauty stays only till you are young and stales as you grow old but the inner beauty grows with age and remains in this world by your name even after death.What is the one thing that strikes you first when you come across the word BEAUTY?
Is it the beauty of the nature or the beauty of a woman or the beauty of a positive soul or the beauty of this world or the beauty of the life or the beauty of the man made wonders?
The percentage of people voting to have imagined a woman on hearing the word beauty out-stands everything else! Women are always associated with beauty from centuries. Be it the queen Cleopatra or the painting Monalisa, women rule the world with their beauty.
Though women are the first ones to be looked at for beauty assets, men don't lag far behind. The sculpture David or the symbol of male beauty Saint-Sebastian, are considered to be the beauty icons and explains how a typical male needs to be structured.
While I am talking about these male and female beauty ambassadors, I am talking about the beauty that is visible to the eyes. Everybody crave to meet all the essential beauty metrics that can be seen in these cases. But, only a handful of people on this planet are blessed with natural beauty.
So then what the other people do to achieve the perfection?
As the time changes the trends and fashion also change. And people do anything and everything to look beautiful and happening. The smooth and utra-soft glazed skin, the fair and toned face, the artistically colored and curved nails, the straight-silky-highlighted hair, at-least a tattoo with a body piercing, westernized clothes, a few gadgets hanging on neck-waist, and so many things that I am not even aware off are in-in-in! All these because everybody wants to look more beautiful than what they are. And I guess there is nothing wrong in doing it, after all everybody has the right to look and feel beautiful.
Having said this... the real beauty to me is way different...
For me the real beauty is not the dress but the way it is being carried, not the makeup but the charm on the face, not the accessories but the elegance, not the style but the attitude, not the language but the tone, not the person but the personality and not the complexion but the glow.
For me the real beauty is in the eyes which have the spark of empathy and not the eyes with false lashes or the smudged kajal. The beauty is not in the stylish body language of a young woman but rather in the caring gesture of a old woman.
Beauty is not in the toned zero figure celebrity but it's in the starving skeleton figured poor lady who has given up her meals for the family. The real beauty is on the face of our solider who has given up his fair complexion for the country struggling hard at times under sun and not in the hot macho man who has tanned his body artificially.
Talking about myself... I never ever felt so beautiful as I do now after the birth of my son. I used to enjoy loads of compliments during my college days about my complexion and how beautiful I looked even without any makeup. But I never realized what it was because I hated my pimply face a lot.
As I am growing old leaving behind 20's and growing close to 30's, I realize the fact that outer beauty is just a matter of time and fades to ashes with age.
And now, I look beautiful not in the mirror but when I look at myself in my son's eyes. When I run behind him I get the feeling of a super-fast energetic athlete even as I struggle being over weight. My skin feels so smooth when he touches my cheeks with love no matter I care the least about it. I feel my hair has become strong and silky when he insists on combing them though it's the most affected beauty assets in the long run.
I feel like a Princes when he chooses which dress I need to wear. Just a kiss from him makes me feel like I am the most loved one in this world. I feel like my body is getting toned when I hop and play with him.
While I am with my son it's like I am the most beautiful woman on this earth inside-out.
Though women are the first ones to be looked at for beauty assets, men don't lag far behind. The sculpture David or the symbol of male beauty Saint-Sebastian, are considered to be the beauty icons and explains how a typical male needs to be structured.
While I am talking about these male and female beauty ambassadors, I am talking about the beauty that is visible to the eyes. Everybody crave to meet all the essential beauty metrics that can be seen in these cases. But, only a handful of people on this planet are blessed with natural beauty.
So then what the other people do to achieve the perfection?
As the time changes the trends and fashion also change. And people do anything and everything to look beautiful and happening. The smooth and utra-soft glazed skin, the fair and toned face, the artistically colored and curved nails, the straight-silky-highlighted hair, at-least a tattoo with a body piercing, westernized clothes, a few gadgets hanging on neck-waist, and so many things that I am not even aware off are in-in-in! All these because everybody wants to look more beautiful than what they are. And I guess there is nothing wrong in doing it, after all everybody has the right to look and feel beautiful.
Having said this... the real beauty to me is way different...
For me the real beauty is not the dress but the way it is being carried, not the makeup but the charm on the face, not the accessories but the elegance, not the style but the attitude, not the language but the tone, not the person but the personality and not the complexion but the glow.
For me the real beauty is in the eyes which have the spark of empathy and not the eyes with false lashes or the smudged kajal. The beauty is not in the stylish body language of a young woman but rather in the caring gesture of a old woman.
Beauty is not in the toned zero figure celebrity but it's in the starving skeleton figured poor lady who has given up her meals for the family. The real beauty is on the face of our solider who has given up his fair complexion for the country struggling hard at times under sun and not in the hot macho man who has tanned his body artificially.
Talking about myself... I never ever felt so beautiful as I do now after the birth of my son. I used to enjoy loads of compliments during my college days about my complexion and how beautiful I looked even without any makeup. But I never realized what it was because I hated my pimply face a lot.
As I am growing old leaving behind 20's and growing close to 30's, I realize the fact that outer beauty is just a matter of time and fades to ashes with age.
And now, I look beautiful not in the mirror but when I look at myself in my son's eyes. When I run behind him I get the feeling of a super-fast energetic athlete even as I struggle being over weight. My skin feels so smooth when he touches my cheeks with love no matter I care the least about it. I feel my hair has become strong and silky when he insists on combing them though it's the most affected beauty assets in the long run.
I feel like a Princes when he chooses which dress I need to wear. Just a kiss from him makes me feel like I am the most loved one in this world. I feel like my body is getting toned when I hop and play with him.
While I am with my son it's like I am the most beautiful woman on this earth inside-out.
Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. What one can see around him is a matter of reflection of one-self. That is the reason it's always said beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart. -- Kahlil Gibran
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