Today’s prompt on The Daily Post is: What makes someone beautiful?
In answer, here is a paraphrase from Adam Bede, by George Eliot:
Things that aren’t beautiful can still be lovable, right? I think there’s a good chance that most of the human race has been “ugly”, even among the kings and people who have held great power. But there is so much family love among us. I know people who couldn’t be considered beautiful by any means, yet I know for a fact that others’ hearts have beaten tenderly for them, and photos of them (flattering, but still not lovely) have been kissed by their mothers. I know a wonderful old woman or two, who never could’ve been beautiful even in her best days, but she keeps a secret stash of love letters in her drawer, and her kids smile and kiss her on the cheek. And I’m pretty sure there are many young men who swore they could only love someone who looked like the models on TV, but they ended up quite happily with a wife twice the size of any model.
Yes! Thank God; human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty – it flows with restless force and brings beauty with it.
Cheers to beauty and beautiful things! It’s ok to wear makeup and nice clothes and decorate our homes. But let’s seek after that other kind of beauty, which isn’t found in perfect noses or flawless complexions, but in the secret of brotherly love. …
There are so many people who cannot be considered beautiful or handsome. We have to keep them in mind, otherwise we build a worldview of impossible standards and unrealistic expectations. Therefore, we should represent them in our Art; artists should be always willing to paint realistic pictures and find beauty in everyday life. There aren’t many drop-dead gorgeous models or men with perfectly chiseled jaws and muscles. I can’t waste all my time giving admiration and compassion to those people. I need that for the people I see everyday, the person whom I carpool with and my coworker and my husband. I need to have love for the clerk scanning my groceries. I need to be understanding of the faulty people who sit next to me in church and my best friend when we’re having an argument, more than I need to understand the motives of some movie star on the cover of People magazine. …
Only by truly living among the ugly, flawed people around us can we learn and come to see that human nature is lovable, and the bonds that connect people are mysterious and wonderful.
In honor of George Eliot, here are some pictures from beautiful England: