This video touches my heart and causes a catch in my throat every time I watch it. So many girls, teenagers, ladies, mothers, wives and daughters so often forget that each an every one of you is BEAUTIFUL.
Remember always, as we live in a fickle and fake world filled with images of perfect women, with perfect bodies and perfect faces that fill timelines and shopping lines: beauty need not lie in your aesthetics – as a beautiful heart lasts forever, beyond wrinkles and scars and this life’s untold ‘war wounds’.
Never ever let your outer beauty distract others from your internal love and beautiful hearts.
Your external beauty may never be good enough – as there are too many things someone will want to change about you to make you more beautiful in their eyes. Forget THEM they are insecure and will bring you down.
Your internal beauty may only be appreciated by those who are special and lucky enough to get to know you. BE patient, these people are worth it.
I am blessed to know ladies of all ages who are lucky enough to be beautiful on the outside and inside… the difference is these ladies whose looks will eventually fade will always have eyes and a soul that reflect the inner beauty of their souls.
I am proud to know each of you….
And ladies, most importantly remember that you are created perfect and beautiful in the image of the man who died to know and love you. Jesus.
Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty — they merely move it from their faces into their hearts. ~Martin Buxbaum
A Father to His Daughter….
Dear Little One,
As I write this, I’m sitting in the makeup aisle of our local Target store. A friend recently texted me from a different makeup aisle and told me it felt like one of the most oppressive places in the world. I wanted to find out what he meant. And now that I’m sitting here, I’m beginning to agree with him. Words have power, and the words on display in this aisle have a deep power. Words and phrases like:
Affordably gorgeous,
Infallible,
Flawless finish,
Brilliant strength,
Liquid power,
Go nude,
Age defying,
Instant age rewind,
Choose your dream,
Nearly naked, and
Natural beauty.
When you have a daughter you start to realize she’s just as strong as everyone else in the house—a force to be reckoned with, a soul on fire with the same life and gifts and passions as any man. But sitting in this store aisle, you also begin to realize most people won’t see her that way. They’ll see her as a pretty face and a body to enjoy. And they’ll tell her she has to look a certain way to have any worth or influence.
But words do have power and maybe, just maybe, the words of a father can begin to compete with the words of the world. Maybe a father’s words can deliver his daughter through this gauntlet of institutionalized shame and into a deep, unshakeable sense of her own worthiness and beauty.
A father’s words aren’t different words, but they are words with a radically different meaning:
Brilliant strength. May your strength be not in your fingernails but in your heart. May you discern in your center who you are, and then may you fearfully but tenaciously live it out in the world.
Choose your dream. But not from a department store shelf. Find the still-quiet place within you. A real dream has been planted there. Discover what you want to do in the world. And when you have chosen, may you faithfully pursue it, with integrity and with hope.
Naked. The world wants you to take your clothes off. Please keep them on. But take your gloves off. Pull no punches. Say what is in your heart. Be vulnerable. Embrace risk. Love a world that barely knows what it means to love itself. Do so nakedly. Openly. With abandon.
Infallible. May you be constantly, infallibly aware that infallibility doesn’t exist. It’s an illusion created by people interested in your wallet. If you choose to seek perfection, may it be in an infallible grace—for yourself, and for everyone around you.
Age defying. Your skin will wrinkle and your youth will fade, but your soul is ageless. It will always know how to play and how to enjoy and how to revel in this one-chance life. May you always defiantly resist the aging of your spirit.
Flawless finish. Your finish has nothing to do with how your face looks today and everything to do with how your life looks on your last day. May your years be a preparation for that day. May you be aged by grace, may you grow in wisdom, and may your love become big enough to embrace all people. May your flawless finish be a peaceful embrace of the end and the unknown that follows, and may it thus be a gift to everyone who cherishes you.
Little One, you love everything pink and frilly and I will surely understand if someday makeup is important to you. But I pray three words will remain more important to you—the last three words you say every night, when I ask the question: “Where are you the most beautiful?” Three words so bright no concealer can cover them.
Where are you the most beautiful?
On the inside.
From my heart to yours,
Daddy
When Beauty Fades
When beauty fades
and your youth wastes away,
What will become
of your pretty face?
your fulsome lips
and your silken skin,
now flaccid shrouds
over a creviced grin.
When your beauty fades
and your youth wastes away,
will he still love you
……..as he did on this day
Cemetery man
I am a girl or rather a lady who is often seen as plastic or fake because I wear make-up, have thick lips and blonde hair ( note to those reading this and who know me as: the rumours go and most believe – no I have not had Botox, my lips are real and so are my eyelashes and my hair is an ashy blonde, not a nice blonde hence the reason for my highlights, but still I am a natural blonde) besides if I had had so much done to my face I often beg the question or retort when asked it … I obviously forgot to mention to my plastic surgeon that I have a body and would have had a boob job first! I am not blessed in this department and it is the only surgery I will ever have. Anyway enough about that. After ranting about my looks: this is the whole reason I found this article so interesting and quite honestly touching…
Where are the men like this? I guess what people perceive me as, is partially judged and deduced by Facebook and or Instagram pics and hence those times that when I do go to a party or event ( rarely these days ) I do dress up… The honest truth is that during the week and 90% of the time I am in jeans and a tank top or t-shirt, slops or sneakers and my hair is in a really not so cool looking messy ponytail – my make-up is limited to a bit of mascara and blusher and that is the real me. My family and friends think this is when I look beautiful ( me not so much ). Hence why this article rang so true. Society has convinced us that being done up is what we need to do in order to be beautiful, when in fact it is just a fake perception of non reality ie no one looks like a million dollars when they wake up in the morning barefaced and hair standing up in every which direction.
Me – makeup and hair done
Me – mascara & blush .. hair not even brushed
But maybe just maybe there are men out there and one man ( my fairytale boy ) who will look at me lying on the pillow sans make-up and hair fanned out … not so glamoursly – and at that moment I will take his breath away as he sees the beauty in my heart and soul and I guess as attraction is important … In my face too. Is it so wrong to want him to think I am the most beautiful girl he has ever seen because he loves me and not because I look (and I don’t ) like Heidi Klum … But because I look, naturally, like me.
Here it is: to the ladies let’s try get back to this, and to the men – Marry a girl whose beauty takes your breath away when you glance at her sitting drinking her morning coffee not a showgirl who takes your friends and an audiences’ breath away when she arrives at a party sans half her dress after 20 subbed sessions. Maybe she will love you for you then, and not the size of your wallet which can only contribute to her grooming ritual and wardrobe and instead, love your for your intelligence, humour and I guess just because you are you.
The Actual Difference Between Women Who Are Hot And Women Who Are Beautiful
Women. We’re curvy, skinny, hood, pretty, cute, ethnic, bad, dime pieces, unicorns, babes, pieces of tail, juicy, fine, sexy, foxes, sultry, voluptuous… The list goes on.
When was the last time you heard a man describe a woman with an adjective that isn’t dripping in sexual innuendos and defaming premises? When was the last time you heard a man describe a woman by something that compliments her soul and her inherent elegance? When was the last time you heard a man describe a woman as beautiful?
There’s been a loss of respect when it comes to admiring women, shifting towards describing us as objects, rather than people. Men look at women as pieces of tail, “things” to be conquered, rather than appreciating women for their individuality.
A large portion of today’s men are momentarily allured by hair extensions, large chests, big bottoms and stilettos. They think sexuality comes in the form of bronzed skin, bikini waxes and fake eyelashes. They’ve been programmed to believe that any woman with a sculpted body and perky breasts is attractive.
What about the women who don’t want to indulge in the male fantasy? What about the women who just want to wear comfortable sweaters and flats? What about the women who don’t dress to impress the opposite sex, but instead, to just feel good in their own skin? Isn’t there attractiveness in that? Isn’t there an appeal to that sense of confidence?
When did women become forced to acquiesce to this standard, or otherwise get lost in the crowd? When did getting a man mean painting on layers of makeup and investing in mini skirts?
There is a certain type of man that continually defames women, judging them solely on sex appeal, failing to see the actual grandeur of women. These are the men who don’t understand the concept of natural beauty and uniqueness in flaws.
They don’t recognize that “hotness” doesn’t last past midnight, when the makeup has smudged onto the pillow and the hair extensions have been taken out. It doesn’t last when the spray tans have washed away and the tight dresses have come off.
It’s not real; it’s an illusion that’s been forcing women to conform to unhealthy habits for too many years.
It’s time these men are reminded of the difference between hot and beautiful. It’s time men realize that women have more to offer than just a body.
Women are stunning creatures, with assets and traits both unique and enchanting to each one of us, and it’s time we started showcasing our individuality and stop giving in to the illusion of sexy created by man. Because beauty isn’t about wanting to f*ck her; it’s about wanting to be with her.
Hot is admired from afar; beauty is to be held.
Hot is perception; beauty is appreciation.
Hot is smokey-eyed; beautiful is bare-faced.
Hot is an appearance; beautiful is more than skin deep.
Hot is the way she moans; beautiful is the way she speaks.
Hot is a strong appeal; beautiful is strong mind.
Hot is youthful; beautiful is ageless.
Hot is conventional; beauty is unique.
Hot is a one-night stand; beautiful is sleepless nights.
Hot is a state of being; beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Hot is devious; beautiful is innocent.
Hot is bending her over; beautiful is baking her blueberry pancakes.
Hot is sultry; beautiful is wholesome.
Hot is her curves; beauty is her nerves.
Hot is a text message; beautiful is a love letter.
An Ordinary Girl On An Extraordinary Journey Through Life 