“Youth is beauty, money is beauty, beauty is beauty sometimes…”
We are brought up in a society that values the physical beauty of a woman sometimes more than other attributes such as intelligence, sensitivity, artistic ability or athleticism. Often times women who are first or second generation in the U.S. fare worse with this because our active mother/father cultures tend to be more misogynistic.
But you knew this. You went to high school and you remember who the pretty popular people were, right? They weren’t super cool because they had a bad case of acne.
We all know that story so I won’t tell it here. What I do want to share is this: I am less concerned with being pretty; I want to be powerful.
I’m not talking power in the western sense i.e. political power. I’m talking the power of knowing yourself and your own merits without having to have anyone else validate them. I’m talking about the power to know that your legs will carry you through rough roads because you’re strong and finding the beauty in that even if it doesn’t look like a postcard. I’m talking about evolution.
Know thyself, friends.