I take myself apart
piece by piece:
a nose too long,
a chin too weak,
moods too intense,
and patience too thin.
There are no redeeming
qualities as far as my eyes can see.
Still, I hold hope that
somewhere deep in my bones
beauty does reside,
I only get a glimpse
when I witness and honor
the beauty in others:
generosity,
forgiveness,
acceptance,
gratitude.
the spiritual overcomes the physical.
the soul embraces the imperfect.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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I like the poem and agree with the sentiment too. I certainly hope true beauty comes from within. If not, I’m in trouble. (This bag is on my head for a reason.) 🙂
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Beauty is as beauty does….I knew I was no beauty when my grandma said this to me whilst telling my cousin how beautiful she was.
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I never had to deal with nasty comments like that. My younger brother was (and is) handsome, outgoing and confident. I, frankly, wasn’t.
I don’t mean to exaggerate here. I’m not claiming to be Quasimodo. But it’s only the truth to say that I was always rather on the plain side.
My parents never compared me with my brother. In fact, they always tried to build up my confidence by telling me what a fine looking young fellow I was. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the one they had to convince. It was the rest of the planet.
It’s not something I spend much time thinking about these days, though. My brother’s a nice guy and we get along very well. It wasn’t his fault he was good-looking just as it wasn’t my fault I look like a root vegetable. It’s just the way things worked out. I met someone who loves me for me, we got married, settled down and are very happy together. The main thing I worry about nowadays is not my appearance but the constant struggle to make ends meet. 🙂
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I was admittedly the plain Jane in a family of beautiful women. I’m talking beauty pageant queens in Texas. The big hair, perfect posture, perfect smiles. My mother’s mom attracted admirers like moths to a flame. I was the oldest grandchild, and as a kid I was really cute. I think they saw “big things” in my future.
And then my nose grew. And my teeth didn’t all fit (we couldn’t afford braces) so I was kind of a disappointment.
I was blessed through my teenaged years with a slender frame and killer legs, but I never had the grace and beauty necessary to be crowned queen of anything.
But, I married a great guy and I developed a sense of humor which outweighs beauty every time.
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I have to agree with you about humor. Being a cute woman or a handsome guy is fine. I’m not knocking it. But a sense of humor is essential! I’m not sure how some people manage to get through life without one. Life must be so unbelievably tedious for them. 🙂
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Amen!
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Cracking title, even better poem Leslie…tremendous stuff
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Thank you Mr. S!
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