Differently Beautiful

 

I have always had a different take on Beauty. The obvious kind of beauty which is right there lying naked in front of our eyes is beautiful but there are more parameters than good body, straight long hair, and fair skin to label someone as beautiful. This is not a say against those who are obviously beautiful but, for those who are yet again obviously beautiful but their beauty is hidden under their dark skin, messy hair and layers of fat beneath their skin. 

When you see someone and utter " Beautiful!", remember the person has no credit for being that beautiful. Instead when talk to a woman, share a cup of coffee with her, get introduced to her vulnerability at 2a.m in the night and see her unorganised soul and witness her clean the mess with all her strength, you utter, " Man, she is a great woman!" that you know is a kind of beauty she has the entire credit for.

I know I cant impose my thoughts on you but I also know that some of you out there are getting my point.

I have always found dark as beautiful. Be it the black and white pictures, the black inked lines on books, the black sky to stare at or the kohl smudged eyes. It makes me think so much at in a country where 90% is dark, rest of the 10% is stereotyped at beautiful. WHY?

Why do we limit ourselves upto pleasing our eyes and do not give pleasing our souls the utmost priority?

I have always found people with intellect and ability to analyze as beautiful. One might have a shabby appearance but who cares? How does it even matter? What you going to take anyway from how the person looks like?

I have always found Effort as beautiful and that's why fair skin and "tick-tock" of the heels ceases to please me because it is easily beautiful. I am fond of the beauty that requires effort and patience to come into light.

People have had their phases. I have had mine too. I have had times when I used to put make up, worked out, ate less to look like my fellow mates who are called "beautiful". I failed because I am lazy and I love food. I have failed terribly and cried until I realised this, that I am Beautiful too. Perhaps you dont call a healthy girl with dark skin as beautiful but I am. I am beautiful in the books I read, in the cinemas I see, in the way I love people and in the way I love dogs.

Partially denying the obvious kind of beauty might make me a little snobbish to you but a little confidence for a good reason is beautiful too.

thus all of us are Beautiful. The brainy, the shy, the messy, the curvy, the differently abled , you, me, we...We all are Beautiful.