O to be beautiful!
Like the lusciousness of a summer's breeze.
The enviable statuesque of the trees,
The gentle calm of the green blades of grass,
Or the coolness and enticement of the glistening ripples of the water on a hot day.
Have you ever beheld such beauty?
That not even a picture could capture its breathtaking scenery.
O to drink it all in!
And let it fill every square inch of me till I am no more,
And beauty encompasses every fiber of my very being.
To dream in color,
And live it out loud every single day.
How I wish to be the beauty I see all around me!
Why is it everything is beautiful to me except me?
I want to be a woman my daughter might hope to be.
When will this war of what I see and who I am come to an end?
So I might feel alive again.
Wave of beauty overtake me now!
Till I burst in my soul as its vanity goes on the prowl.
For once in my life I wish to be the art.
A perfect picture of wonderful design,
I want to see the beauty that I always dreamed of seeing in the mirror looking back at me.
Not just looking out this window endlessly.
Why can't I be as majestic as the magnolia?
Or as chic as the daisy?
Maybe as sultry as the red rose,
Or as alluring as the tiger lily?
As soothing as the lilac,
Or as sophisticated as the tulip.
Maybe as gorgeous as the orchid,
Or even as cute as the daffodil.
For now I will stick with being plain me.
But I will never stop asking God to make me as beautiful as one of these.
Is it really so wrong to wish for this kind of superficial beauty?
Maybe it is...but it doesn't stop me from dreaming.
One day I will wake up and my life will imitate this wonderful art.
One day.....
...just some feelings I was having today. I have to admit it, I spend a lot of time reading the news, reading about celebrities...all that jazz. After a while I get so disillusioned that their life is the "real" life and that is how it should be. No one looking at this picture says, "Oh, that garden is so ugly!" So, why do we find so many ugly qualities about other people and ourselves? Aren't we worth so much more than the flowers and the trees??? Jesus said we were worth more than even the wildflowers (Luke 22-28) It's hard not to get down on myself. Most of the time I just wish I could be someone else...someone prettier with better hair, lighter skin, BETTER skin...ah. The scars that we try to hide from each other. But isn't that what makes us unique. Like those flowers, we all possess some quality no one else does that is completely our own. When you look at children, you always see the beauty in them. Where does that fade to as we grow older? Through bullying, emotional or verbal abuse, trying to live up to unrealistic expectations, and for me, having an insane need to be perfect. This will be a battle I will have to face daily. But at least I can admit I have one to fight. Let's help each other. Find all the beautiful qualities in people and celebrate them. Maybe this world wouldn't be so bad after all. And maybe more little girls and little boys can grow up with a confidence and self-esteem that will help them not to compromise who they are to fit in or be a model of what the world considers "beautiful."
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