Beauty

PART 1

I am Society.

They say Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, In Earth’s case - I am the beholder. My standards are not high; I see beauty in the natural – the bare, the raw, the classic – the real.

Femininity is Beauty’s sister; you cannot have one without the other. I measure her body as a piece of art, it is there to be visually admired. Flaws ruin the validity; scars, marks, unevenness – they are not easy on the eyes. Beauty…She’s perfection. Her body is svelte – bones shining through the skin; in a way that indicates health & fragility. The body should be glass-like; thin, smooth, pale, delicate… She is as thin as a petal, symmetrical curves that mirror those of an hourglass. And one cannot forget her boastful lips, there to accentuate the sensuality that femininity stands for.

I measure masculinity’s Beauty in how it protects femininity’s. Masculinity gives femininity’s Beauty a purpose. Masculinity Is strength, it’s Beauty is measured as if it is a shield created to protect its prize possession: the virginly beautiful femininity. He is strong and tall – fiercely intimidating. Muscles large and emphasised – a sculpted-like body. Skin that mirrors silver or gold. Masculinity’s Beauty is diamond-like, it is carved under high pressure and therefore he cannot be weak.

I am Society. This is Beauty.

PART 2

I am Beauty.

They say I am in the eye of the beholder. I wonder, if the beholder looks in the mirror and is faced by its own reflection, can they judge their own beauty? Can they see me or just their reflection? If Society is the beholder, then it will never truly be able to see me – let alone judge me.

Could a criminal judge its own crime?

Could a blind man judge its own face?

Society has limited me to physicality, referred to me as art – something to be visually admired. I ask society, Is a book limited by the beauty of its cover?

What qualifies Society to answer the question that I am? A question that is one of the simplest & yet most complex questions to ever exist. It sees no wrong or right answer and its answer is ever changing – tailored to who asks it, who answers it and who/what it is judging.

I, Beauty, am often at the root of many agonies, but we should stop and wonder; if I had the one definition, the one right answer – would life be less or more beautiful? Would it rid of so many complexities or simply create new ones.

There is however one thing you should know about Me – I am everywhere. I grow in fields, I am born all around the world, I am both physical and not. I exist in both life & death. Live in both light and darkness. Experienced by all 5 of the senses… There is nothing quite like me. That in itself is what makes me Beautiful.

I am Beauty. I am anything & everything. You are my beholder.