You are not your body and face
Kris Gage

My mom was a beautician and given the high cost of after school childcare, I spent a whole lot of time at her beauty salon doing my homework as she worked her magic.

So I learned first hand that the difference between a “7” and a “10” in terms of physical beauty is nothing more than the right hairstyle, perfect nails and correct application of make-up.

The only difference between a woman who is slightly overwieght and a woman with curves that could stop traffic are the right jeans/dress/blouse/eye shadow and “the way she walks”.

The only difference between an stocky, slightly balding man and a broad shouldered prince charming is the right suit, haircut and learning how to carry himself “like he knows something”.

Mom told me “I can make anyone beautiful, and the really good stylists can make anyone gorgeous!”

“…but, I can’t make a person a drop smarter, kinder or more interesting”.

Physical attractiveness is a manufactured thing that walks on two legs. For some people it’s built out of trips to the gym, perfectly cut suits and feathered hairstyles. For others their product of choice is made up of tattoos, tank tops and skinny jeans.

I’ve met stunning people with personalities so annoying that the beauty seemed to drain form them during the course of a single conversation. I’ve met people who were so sweet and kind that I found myself wanting to make them “like me” and spend time with me because of how warm and happy they made me feel.

I’ve met people who seemed completely physically ordinary until they did something like sing or dance or smile and suddenly I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

Physical beauty is made in salons and gyms the same why cupcakes and confections are made in bakeries. And just like confections, physical beauty is a delightful thing that can brighten your day and make you feel deliciously happy in the moment.

But in the same way that a cupcake can’t be a meal, physical beauty can’t sustain you for more than a few drawn out bites. And as great as frosting is, it has never been enough.

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