Name: Jean Prairieville, LA In the eyes of a child you will see
A beautiful 16 year old has only genetics to thank for her countenance. At 60, the life you have lived, the joy you have given and the courage and kindness of your actions and interactions are etched on your soul and therefore shine through as true beauty.
My Burmese people keep trying to get me to tell them my age. I say I'm 32. They know only that I am in my 60s.
I am reluctant to tell them that I am 69 years old because in their culture, that is like the end of life. I have seen their people who are my age and they look 80 or 90. They worry about losing me, so I avoid the truth with them. But this quote is about beauty, not longevity.
Which makes me wonder....how old do you think the author of this quote was when she said it? I think it is quite accurate, as long as we are talking about the average woman and not the Hollywood types who spend big bucks to try to maintain a youthful attractiveness.
A truly beautiful soul does seem to improve ones appearance as it matures.
At 16 my skin was smooth and clear. My hair was thick and shiny. My teeth were white and strong. My body was slender and straight. But I was unsure of myself. I thought that all the other 16 year olds around me were prettier.
Now, my skin is wrinkled and splotchy. My hair is thin and gray. My teeth are plastic. My body is short and stout. But I face the world with confidence. I know there are prettier women all around me just as there are smarter, more vibrant personalities. But I also know that I have a beauty that belongs only to me. It makes me unique. It makes me greet the world knowing I am loved and that I love others. There is no room in my soul for ugly and my soul is filled with beauty. I was prettier at 16 but I am beautiful now.
The beauty of the words you shared with us, just wow; the art of writing creatively has been with you all these years. You are just now finding this eloquent way of stringing them together and allowing us to see the lovely talented person behind the screen or you are just now letting us see that side of you. I've read them over and over and over. How beautiful your words make me feel. They can likely apply to all of us.
Words like Zany's help us to see ourselves all over again.
Thank you so much.
(PS I don't have plastic teeth . . . yet . . . and I'm about the same skinny size I've always been, but the insecurities were mine as well. Your words touched my heart just as they touched the others who read them.)
Sharon, I can think of no higher compliment those of you here have given.
I admit that, having grown more comfortable with the wonderful people here, I do feel more comfortable in expressing myself than I did before. That confidence is a result of growth on my part and encouragement on yours. I have no doubt that we are all more beautiful now than we ever dreamed of being in our youth.
I have known people that grew uglier with age because of bitterness. They are unhappy with themselves and everything around them. I feel sad for them. But there are none like that here, and for that I am grateful and happy.
Yes, my beauty is uniquely mine. Nap's, Sharon's, Barb's, Jon's, Oma's, beauty lies within them and each is unique to them. There can be no contest to decide which is more beautiful than the other. The only contest is within us to become the most beautiful self we can be.