People who haven't had this experience will say I'm whistling in the dark. At one time, I might have agreed with them; I don't believe in kidding myself, about anything.
I noticed something, recently. I don't know whether it's my divorce from testosterone (and my new lover, estrogen), or simply time; but, I kid you not: you girls are beautiful. I see beauty in all of you. Passing, not passing; it doesn't matter.
I was visiting Walgreens -- buying candy, the last thing I need -- and they needed another cashier; so, the woman at the cosmetics counter opened up her register and called me over. We chatted briefly. Did you know Walgreens does free makeovers? At least this one does. Since the cashier was one of those who did them, I asked her honest opinion about my appearance, which is a rude copy of a makeover I had at Sephora nearly 18 months ago. I was shocked when she told me, "I think you're beautiful." And she meant it.
Maybe it's what we go through that contributes to a beauty of the soul; that sort of thing -- true beauty -- shines through any facade of merely physical gifts, just as physical perfection cannot conceal a soul's ugliness. It is an awful thing to see a "beautiful woman" who is a monster at heart; and it is a delightful surprise to find a diamond where you least expected to.
There are so many diamonds here, so many amazing, amazing women. It brings tears to my eyes, realizing how blind one can be, not to see all this glory.
Ignore -- or enjoy, if, like me, you're clothes-crazy -- the fashion show, and take the words into your heart. This song's for you.
