The 8th Wonder of The World
I feel like the concept of love for a woman, in it’s most true from, is lost. I see a shift in the attention toward the wholeness of feminine spirit and body; to just body.
We live in a world where women are unappreciated and objectified. That her ability to physically and aesthetically please are all that encompasses her. Lust has become the new love, and the effect of such a grave misconception is a slow deterioration of a positive self image. Especially for a female. What happens when she no longer physically has or does what made you feel like she was beautiful or pleased. Does she become ugly or lose some of her worth? No, in fact she never lost anything at all. Underneath the make-up, designer clothes, and beauty products is simply her, which is all that matters. Once you love the woman and not how she adorns herself or how she gives you her body, but her very being; can one begin to understand their true value. The love I am referring to however is not intimate, but one that is metaphysical, formless. Similar to how one can see the beauty in all forms of art. I wish pop culture and the media didn’t focus so much on looking a certain way to be beautiful, that if she couldn’t meet the criteria, she was not worth the love and praise that those who could had received. The reality behind many women’s insecurities that reside in their self image, is that they somehow came to the conclusion that they need to add something to themselves physically in order to be attractive. As I mentioned earlier, none of that is necessary. To every female that reads, you are and always have been beautiful, no matter who told you different or how the world made you feel. You need not do more than exist for your beauty to show itself. You are loved.
