Beholding

So it's obvious that I have something to procrastinate, because I'm thinking about everything else, and even have at least a few things that relate to something else because I'm here...

Although I admit that those "100 Shocking, Cosmo-tested Sex Tips" are just too intriguing to pass by(seriously, guys, how many ways can you reinvent sex?), I generally stay away from fashion mags. Actually, all magazines, with the exception of National Geographic and some of the more amatuer arts mags that are entirely too expensive for people to buy. I'm not hating on magazines, I'd just rather buy a book and not have some high-paid editor's opinion shoved down my throat in a glossy-paged format. Recently, the store in which I work (proper grammar sometimes sounds ridiculously stodgy) issued their own magazine, and although it's not quite as bad as a lot of the fluff passing for publication now, it's still the same old manage your house, cook pretty meals, decorate for the season, be a good friend, love your kids, pretend you're not absolutely exhausted from trying to be perfect kind of stuff.

I was flipping through it one day while NOT helping mean customers, and I saw a quote they pulled from Jessica Alba, who is pretty darn gorgeous. Anyway, the quote was something like this: "People often say that 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder,' and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you're the beholder." Or something. Granted, she's absolutely stunning, so it's easier for her to say that than the woman who constantly struggles with weight, hormones, or 3 kids. But still. I have to agree.

We spend so much time making ourselves beautiful--talking to the ladies mostly here, but you gents do it, too--that we've become obsessed with how we look. Are we skinny enough, is our hair styled well, are our clothes cool, et cetera and so on. I'm starting to go down a lecturing path I'm sure I've been on at least once before, saying that we need to consider where we get our standards of beauty, and that we need to be cautious of how much stock we put in the opinions of others, but that's really not what I meant to say. (So shut up and say it already, Ashley.)

Why do we spend so much time on trying to be beautiful, rather than spend our time on trying to see beauty? I would hazard a guess that we expend far too much energy in trying to be beautiful, in trying to make sure that everyone around us sees just how darn beautiful we are. We're exhausted with all of that. We're always trying to be better at something, usually because we want people to think better of us, and that's not always bad, but it does leave us lacking. And tired. And blind to all the other beauty in the world. Think about it--the last thing you want when you're tired and irritated and frustrated with the world is somebody hanging on your shoulder saying "Look. Just look at how beautiful that is. Just look." If we're always so busy trying to be beautiful, and so tired because there is no way we can possibly do it, we're going to miss so much of the beauty that is already there, waiting for us to see it.

Beauty is easy; it doesn't have to be holed up in the Louvre, or in a 5-minute sunset (that I always seem to miss), or in a heavy volume poety that doesn't make sense until the 17th time you read it. Beauty is everywhere, in things, in people, in a moment in time, it's in you, ready to be seen. Seeing beauty is simple, it's refreshing, and it reminds me how absolutely small I am. It's also terrifying. Because seeing true beauty reminds us that we're small, it makes us feel so ugly in comparison. But I think it's worth it, not because I'm a masochist for self-loathing, but because seeing just how beautiful everything else is, we see the things that are beautiful in ourselves. Yes, beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder, so behold, without hesitation, behold.

or, as someone much smarter than I said,

"Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy."

--Anne Frank, from her diary