Post by sistersarah on May 23, 2006 21:07:43 GMT -5
(some of you may have already read this elsewhere)
Insecurity/
Hatred of the Beautiful One.
Women strive so desperately to be considered beautiful in the eyes of our society. Yet they continue to chastise the men who seek beauty in women and the women who have been handed beauty. They are incapable of admiring the person behind this mask.
Women hate me. I am beautiful. This is not my fault. It has been handed to me through genetics. I am lucky. I will not apologize for my fortune. I enter a room hoping to find kindness in every corner. What I find lurking there, however, are turned backs, acidic glares and harsh whispers. Whose glares? Whose backs? Who is whispering? Women both beautiful and plain.
Men, what an odd species you can be when a beautiful one is present. Those of you who feel you have nothing to lose approach. It is then that I am happy, for conversation is plentiful. Those of you who harness insecurities and hostility label and chastise me. I am beautiful, therefore I must be stupid or foolish or flighty, promiscuous or conceited and cold. You verbally attack meevery chance you get andaccuse me of all atrocities within the capabilities of women. Trophy seekers (thankfully) never stick around. I posess intelligence (to several degrees) which shatters your image of me. I am much too animated to stand in your trophy case. Yet you still pull out chairs, open doors and buy the drinks.
Women, most of you will not speak to me. In stores you greet the other customer. In restaurants my food is always late. At parties you burn me with eyes like acid. During the rare moments when you condescend to speak to me, you contradict, debate, attempt to belittle or best me and then walk away. On the street, in the car or in the clubs you strike your man for glancing in my direction (he's a man honey!).
I am not bitter nor do I place blame on you. You can't help what you've been taught. You are, however, capable of learning new lessons. You can love yourself if you'd only allow. You are welcome to learn who I am and I will be here when your ready.
Be content with loving all beautiful and not so. We are all, after all members of this Fellowship of Humans-Being. Lets try to chang the reality of the word HUMANE.
I love myself, and I love you all (with very few exceptions). I haven't always had the benefit of loving (or courage to love) as I now do. Yes I too have been ultra-competitive, condescending and malicious towards the Beautiful One. I hope someday you realize, as I have, that we are all blessed, all lucky, we are all the Beautiful One.
Faithful Friend to All...
Sister Sarah
Insecurity/
Hatred of the Beautiful One.
Women strive so desperately to be considered beautiful in the eyes of our society. Yet they continue to chastise the men who seek beauty in women and the women who have been handed beauty. They are incapable of admiring the person behind this mask.
Women hate me. I am beautiful. This is not my fault. It has been handed to me through genetics. I am lucky. I will not apologize for my fortune. I enter a room hoping to find kindness in every corner. What I find lurking there, however, are turned backs, acidic glares and harsh whispers. Whose glares? Whose backs? Who is whispering? Women both beautiful and plain.
Men, what an odd species you can be when a beautiful one is present. Those of you who feel you have nothing to lose approach. It is then that I am happy, for conversation is plentiful. Those of you who harness insecurities and hostility label and chastise me. I am beautiful, therefore I must be stupid or foolish or flighty, promiscuous or conceited and cold. You verbally attack meevery chance you get andaccuse me of all atrocities within the capabilities of women. Trophy seekers (thankfully) never stick around. I posess intelligence (to several degrees) which shatters your image of me. I am much too animated to stand in your trophy case. Yet you still pull out chairs, open doors and buy the drinks.
Women, most of you will not speak to me. In stores you greet the other customer. In restaurants my food is always late. At parties you burn me with eyes like acid. During the rare moments when you condescend to speak to me, you contradict, debate, attempt to belittle or best me and then walk away. On the street, in the car or in the clubs you strike your man for glancing in my direction (he's a man honey!).
I am not bitter nor do I place blame on you. You can't help what you've been taught. You are, however, capable of learning new lessons. You can love yourself if you'd only allow. You are welcome to learn who I am and I will be here when your ready.
Be content with loving all beautiful and not so. We are all, after all members of this Fellowship of Humans-Being. Lets try to chang the reality of the word HUMANE.
I love myself, and I love you all (with very few exceptions). I haven't always had the benefit of loving (or courage to love) as I now do. Yes I too have been ultra-competitive, condescending and malicious towards the Beautiful One. I hope someday you realize, as I have, that we are all blessed, all lucky, we are all the Beautiful One.
Faithful Friend to All...
Sister Sarah