Wow, my poetry has turned to the dark side of recent. It's the damned cookies, I swear.
Anyway, so I was stumbling around and I found an interesting site. Here's the link: Click Me!
So, the title of this page is "Fantastically Beautiful Women..." And while I will agree that they are well done, the photography and editing is amazing, and the models are stunning, I have to disagree that anything is beautiful. Here's one picture. Look at this woman.
Very nice, right?
WRONG!
I look at this picture and wonder what happened to life. Not posing for the perfect shot, or having the perfect expression, or looking the perfect way, or having the perfect make up. I mean, I never randomly pause to look at someone wearing a fancy dress and holding a ferret as if I really don't like it but want to pretend I do.
You know what I think would be beautiful? Seeing this same woman the next day: a little left over make up smeared on her nose, her hair a mass of tangles, frizz, and a touch of volume, ferret bites on her arms and in her pjs, which consist of sweat pants and her boy/girlfriend's baggy shirt that has a hole in the back. That is beautiful. Not because it's perfect, but because it is natural.
I think true beauty is being able to be amazing, no matter what you're wearing or who you are. Beautiful is sitting all alone without worrying about who is watching you or how you are acting.
Anyway, so I was stumbling around and I found an interesting site. Here's the link: Click Me!
So, the title of this page is "Fantastically Beautiful Women..." And while I will agree that they are well done, the photography and editing is amazing, and the models are stunning, I have to disagree that anything is beautiful. Here's one picture. Look at this woman.
Very nice, right?WRONG!
I look at this picture and wonder what happened to life. Not posing for the perfect shot, or having the perfect expression, or looking the perfect way, or having the perfect make up. I mean, I never randomly pause to look at someone wearing a fancy dress and holding a ferret as if I really don't like it but want to pretend I do.
You know what I think would be beautiful? Seeing this same woman the next day: a little left over make up smeared on her nose, her hair a mass of tangles, frizz, and a touch of volume, ferret bites on her arms and in her pjs, which consist of sweat pants and her boy/girlfriend's baggy shirt that has a hole in the back. That is beautiful. Not because it's perfect, but because it is natural.
I think true beauty is being able to be amazing, no matter what you're wearing or who you are. Beautiful is sitting all alone without worrying about who is watching you or how you are acting.
