This post was spurred by “In My Life’s” post about not giving a guy a second date because she didn’t go for his looks.
My friends are beautiful.
Every single one them.
Statistically it’s a little improbable unless I make it a point to only make friends with pretty people. I’m not THAT shallow…so how do I reconcile the statistics.
We go to the age old adage of.
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”
This line goes past person preferences of blonde vs. brunette, blue- eyed- vs. brown eyed, tall vs. short, fair vs. dark. It goes into the very murky territory of inner beauty and love.
My friends are beautiful because I love them (I also think I may have defied statistics, but never mind)
I don’t see the extra pounds, the full cheeks, quirky nose, thin hair, bad complexion, frumpy taste, crooked teeth, bowed legs…I see a friend. That I love.
I know it’s sappy and corny and clichéd…but things only become that when they’re nice truths.
We live in a world that seeks out angst and negativity, logic and criticism as forms of prized individuality. Simple things like love, beauty, positivity are cast aside as being weak, insipid, and emotional.
These things will give you a lot more in life even if it not an “objective truth”.
So basically, don’t cast off anyone based on looks until you know them. In dating, in friends, co-workers, students, teachers….I’m sure everyone has someone in their life who have proved them wrong in this area, whether the were initially beautiful until you got to know them, or plain, but now beautiful because you know them…
To all my friends out there and you know who you are,
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL (and you know that’s a high compliment coming from me)