Is there a point in life when we no longer need to hear that we’re beautiful?
Would you rather someone comment on how smart you are? Or how accomplished you are? Or how kind, maybe?
Does it matter who it is that’s making the compliment?
I spend a lot of time listening and not saying much. I pay attention sometimes to the ways that my students or my friends interact with one another. Some girls expend an awful lot of energy making themselves beautiful and then wait around for their female friends to notice. Grown women do the same. What’s the point?
Why the constant need for reassurance?
"Female beauty is an important minor sacrament... I am not at all sure that neglect of it does not constitute a sin of some kind." -Robertson Davies
a return Visit
10 months ago