It’s Not Enough to be Beautiful

digital painting from a photoReally, the stuff that lies inside is what matters, what always mattered. Wit, integrity, talent. Compassion, charm. Power and intelligence and courage and humor. The things that last go far beyond the mere physical and visible attractions that we, individually and collectively, consider beautiful. It’s more difficult to find and gauge inner beauty, and far more so to develop it, so no wonder we hunt for it and we treasure it so highly. Still, it’s funny that we do. We love, after all, what looks beautiful to us very, very deeply as well. And beauty for its own sake is not a bad thing, either.

Is one morally or inherently better than another? Certainly not. Are they mutually exclusive? Hardly. But it’s true all the same that visible beauty has its perks. We often don’t have to know anything about each other for us to want to be associated Beautiful people, to be around them and admire them, if only for how much we like the way they look. And they in turn, both those with the inner resources that we admire and those who might be closer to pretty, empty packages with nothing fabulous inside, get attention and get things done, their way sometimes greased by the access and support that their prettiness gets them. If it’s possible to have both the outer and the inner, that could hardly be objectionable, but if I had to choose, some days I suspect I would be quite content to be the beautiful one in the room; it’d be fun just to see what it’s like, I imagine. Might not be a Greta Garbo, with both the looks and the evidently impressive inner life, but even being a cheap imitation of the exquisite woman for sheer looks wouldn’t be too awful, I’d think. All I can say is that it really isn’t enough to be beautiful–but it’s not exactly such a bad thing either, is it, now?

All right, I’m only enjoying my little fantasy. My partner, husband, best friend and spouse tells me I’m pretty, I’m beautiful, and I’m full of all those dandy aforementioned inner resources too. And whether it’s flattery or his perception of the truth, I don’t much care. It’s more than enough to feel beautiful. Glamorous I may not be, and in fact I might not even be any of those other lovely things my guy tells me I am, but he’s pretty convincing, that fella of mine, and his word–with his impressive daily love backing it all up–is plenty for me. Any day of the year.

11 thoughts on “It’s Not Enough to be Beautiful

    • This one was kind of a cheat–I did it school-kid style by drawing/painting digitally in Photoshop right over the top of a photo of Garbo and then removing the photo layer from underneath! It’s a technique that’s almost always sure to remind me how much my tremors affect my hand-eye coordination, among other things, but I suppose is also good therapy for that very thing, so it may be worth it to practice such foolishness for therapeutic purposes as well as illustrative ones! ๐Ÿ˜‰ In any event, I think it got the point of the post across well enough, and I’m very glad you like it.

  1. The picture looks more like Marlene Dietrich than Greta Garbo, both beautiful, rich & famous but we’ll never know how beautiful either of them was inside their souls, now will we?…

    • Indeed, you are ever so correct, my dearie–we can never fully know what lies within another. And I might never know whether the original photo was mis-identified, either, because it really *does* look like Dietrich. But since both were gorgeous *and* accomplished, the sentiment remains the same for me. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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