Cecille, very impressed with a nephew's new girlfriend, told him how she found her simplicity truly attractive. Perhaps overwhelmed with the everyday “fakeness”, she found the beauty refreshing and Cecille can not help voice her compliment.
Ironically, her nephew took the comment as hostile. Cecille found herself defending her view and I felt really sad for my wife. While she had the eye to see beauty at its core, others insists it should be complicated.
I find it sad we have evolved into someone who think that the covering, no matter how horrendous looking they may be, is far more important than the person being covered. And so because no one noticed that new shoe or this new bag in the office today is plenty good reason to give it away. Even if that mini dress, which shamelessly expose those hams, gets proudly worn just the same because it is a Vera Wang.
I find it sad that we have defined beauty as something outside ourselves, to see simplicity as next to nothingness. And so we insist on having those noses and legs and breasts on our portraits perfected through Photoshop. Glutathione has now become the wonder drug for the many who are confused and cosmetic surgeons the new gods.
Indeed, we have become complicated. And the more complicated we are, the more important and beautiful we see ourselves. We hate looking at that person in the mirror immediately after waking up in the morning because who we see is not the one we imagined us to be.
Such a heavy luggage to carry, me thinks. Even so it drives us farther away from our core which is where real beauty lies: unblemished and uniquely ours.
An artist nephew once wrote on his Facebook wall: “I do not like slim jeans because I hate seeing sausages.” Just because the world says it is cool should we also define it as beautiful, even if they make ridiculous creatures of us.
Beauty, if one means real beauty, need not be complicated.
