When I think of beauty ( Archived) (12)

(Just a poem I wrote. Thought it might help a few ladies feel a little bit prettier on a bad hair day.)

:)

When I think of beauty,
I think of…

I think of a girl with broken fingernails and dirty knees because she knew how to play instead of pose.
I think of a young lady with calluses on her hands, because she learned the value of hard work at a young age.
I think of stretch lines and drooping breasts from a woman who chose to give life, and sustain it.
When I think of beauty, I think of those who play for fun, work for food and love for free.
When I think of beauty,
I think of Mothers.
I think of me.

When I think of beauty,
I think of…
Gray hairs that glisten the reflection of experience.
I think of wrinkles that preach understanding.
I think of thinned skin, arthritic knuckles and varicose veins.
When I think of beauty,
I think of my elders.
And what I might be.

When I think of beauty,
I think of…
Ears that listen without interruption,
eyes that make contact,
lips that whisper reassurance.
I think of dark rings under eyes from sleepless nights, tending to sick children, and ill parents, and restless husbands, and injured pets.
When I think of beauty,
I think of compassion, and nurturance, and self-sacrifice.
I think of women who actually listen, instead of just waiting their turn to speak.

When I think of beauty,
I don’t think of tans, or of figures, or glamour, or shaved legs, or earrings.
I don’t think of bikinis or lingerie, or small waists, or pink toenails.

When I think of beauty, I think of bald women,
who lost all their hair,
to chemotherapy,
and kept on smiling.
I think of survivors.

When I think of beauty,
I don’t think of models, or celebrities, or fashion scenes, or pop stars.

I think of homeless girls that finally ask for help.
I think of adolescents that say no to peer pressure.
I think of single moms, that play diverse roles.
I think of housewives, that are called worthless for not working.
I think of grandmothers, that are left alone in nursing homes.
I think of uneducated women, who simply do the best they know how.
I think of average women everywhere that are overlooked as undesirable.

When I think of beauty,
I redefine the word.
Because the beauty I see,
doesn’t fit on a magazine or TV.
The beauty I see,
Fits in the hearts,
of women like you,
and women like me.

If only more woman could see life through your eyes.

Wise words ........ that reflect the beauty of experience, compassion, love, patience, giving, joy, and sorrow - simply being real.

When I think of beauty,
I think of…

Grace Kelly

Absolutely brilliant! You really summed it all up, thank you for sharing

Brilliant thats so true. I like it a lot