All the Pretty People
It was a bit humbling, but it also really made my day. Even though I don't think it's quite accurate. :)
I've never thought myself particularly pretty, perhaps partially because (and I'm not kidding here) I always look like an unfamiliar stranger to myself in the mirror or in photographs.
But, realistically, I have quite an ordinary face. Even my husband, who loves me dearly and thinks I am pretty, would never use a phrase like "stunningly beautiful" to describe me. I'm just not.
I expect that Jane Dark saw something in my expression or my eyes that she connected with, and that's what gave her that impression.
I used to feel slightly guilty because all the people I'm close to are beautiful.
"What does it say about me," I wondered, "that I only like beautiful people? I must be very shallow to have only pretty people as friends."
Then I realized it's not that I like only pretty people. It's that, to me, the people I like are beautiful.
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When I think of it that way, I see the scene at the end of Mr. Holland's Opus, where Mr. Holland sings, "Beautiful, beautiful boy" to his son. That's how I feel about the people I love.
Maybe it's partly because of my face blindness, but the things I notice and like about people aren't things like regularity of features or classical beauty. They're things like their expression, the light in their eyes, the way they move, or the character that shows in their face.
I couldn't describe anyone's features to you accurately, but I could tell you what I love about them and the way it shows in the way they look or talk or carry themselves.
With my husband, for example, I especially love his eyes. They're so open and transparent; so deep and full of thought; so much a window into his soul. In his eyes I can see both his strength and his great tenderness; his gentleness and his intensity. I love his mouth, too, and the way it mirrors his feelings. His whole face is expressive, and that's one of the things I find most attractive about him. To me, he is very handsome. His features are beautiful to me, but it's really his depth and quality that makes him the most handsome man in the world.
In thinking about it, I think that transparency is probably one of the things I find most attractive about people. I don't tend to feel deeply connected to people I feel are putting on a front or wearing a mask. I like people whose personalities shine through in their face and eyes.
That doesn't mean everything about them is sunshine and roses, or even that they're always happy. I like people who are real, even when it means I can see a hint of sadness or loneliness in their eyes. I like people who aren't afraid to let that show. But I also like people that I can see are kind, gentle, caring, have a special inner strength, or value the things that are truly important.
I like people who are real, and have beautiful souls.
Most of my friends and family probably aren't exceptionally beautiful in the eyes of society. But to me they are.
All the people in my world are pretty people.
who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
always
it's
Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves
e.e. cummings
(Eleventy-One Things About Me, #39: The people I like are beautiful to me.)