Beautiful Judgement

I think my wife is beautiful. Perhaps I don't say it often enough but I find a great many things beautiful about her. Her hair, her eyes, her smile. Listen to me, running off like a hopeless romantic. I often think however that I'm not just perpetually in love with her, but that she really is beautiful regardless of whether I love her or not. Now if only she would think so.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," said once by someone now famous, repeated often by those who are not. It is a statement that nothing is truly beautiful, or that everything is beautiful at once, even things that are ugly. "They are beautiful in their ugliness," a statement that someone might say about a bulldog or wart covered toad. Beauty is a matter of opinion in either case, the opinion of the viewer. You already knew all of this I'm sure, but what you may not have known is that you are in control of what is beautiful, in some small part.

When you ask someone what is beautiful they say things like a rose, a puppy, dewdrops on flowers, or even whiskers on kittens. When you put to them the question of who is beautiful you get movie stars and spouses and that girl that serves coffee down at the corner. It isn't very often however that when you ask someone about who is beautiful that you here, "I am." Is it self-deprecation or simply a lack of judgement?

Beauty is one of those truly indefinable things because our opinions are shaped by our experiences. Everyone experiences different events and thus forms different opinions. We do however as separate cultures have widespread beliefs as to what is beautiful and what isn't. For the general American public the idea of what is beautiful is spoon fed to us by the television and cinema industry. I'm not so sure that everyone they say is beautiful truly is, but they must certainly be to them. The full figured women of the past no longer cut it, and they were tossed out the door along with the dapper looking gentlemen. Replacing our idea of beauty for male and female of our species were thin waif-like woman that could fall through straws and not touch the sides and strong young men that gained muscles as they grew. But I suppose they made an err in judgement yet again because now I have to believe that beauty is the busty strong bodied women that can take care of themselves and clearly defined muscular men that could bench press small cars and who's jaw line cuts steel.

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