I found this empowering. I also find that, for me, there is a sharp distinction between ‘beauty’ and ‘attraction’. Acknowledging a widely accepted thing of beauty or beauty standard (sunset, stilettos, flawless skin, toned abs, thick hair, spotless beaches of white sand, whatever) has always been a sort of automatic acknowledgement, whereas something I am attracted to (fleeting moments of utter chemistry, someone’s laugh, a rando shoulder blade, a breath before a prismatic unhesitatingly glorious chord in a piece of music, the wind near the ocean) is more of a slowly sinking realization that lingers in all my senses.
It’s a little scary to me how automatic the first is be how slow, shy, and unutterably powerful the latter is.
Ok babbling. Bye.