We are the 'Un-Beautiful Girls'
We are the girls you may not give a second glance. We know you may look once, then pass us over, for we are too tall, too short, too plain, too fat, too thin, too old, too young, too blemished, too freckled, or just "too anything". We are the girls whose bodies don't stop traffic, whose wardrobes are not designer, and whose faces will never launch a fleet of ships.
We are the girls whose eyes crinkle when we smile, and whose faces line when we laugh, for we've done so much of both through our lives that our faces have been changed forever. We proudly bear the scars and stretch marks we have gained over the years as badges of honor, and evidence of a life fully lived. We polish our skin, brighten our smiles, and nourish our hair with loving attention, because we know our own worth. We glow from within when we dance, because we love the way our bodies feel when they move with the rhythm. We are the girls who know what beauty truly is, and we revel in our own.
We are the girls who have always had to try just a little harder, and take unending joy in the rewards. We know the immeasurable value of trust, of honesty, of devotion, of loyalty, of tenderness, and of nurturing. We love with everything we have. We give our hearts, our bodies, and our souls, without reservation, to the ones who have taken the time to know who we are, for when they know us, they will be unable to resist us. We are the girls who are the most richly rewarded by an honest smile, a loving touch, and a simple, heartfelt "Thank you". And we will give them all in return, without end.
We are the girls who can truly please your eyes and hearts, delight all your senses, refresh your tired spirits, and strengthen your souls. We complete you.
We are the "Un-Beautiful Girls." And only the luckiest few will know our love.
Author Unknown
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A Man's Reply.
if a woman with a little imperfection, a little signs of having lived, rather than being put away on a shelf like a china doll is not beautiful, then I do not love beautiful women.
I suppose I am strange in that I prefer a woman who isn't afraid to get her hands dirty, who has those little lines around her eyes when she smiles, and perhaps she is a shade tall, or a little plump, may have a lot of freckles, or even, gods forbid, puffy ankles or the start of worry lines.
Gucchi bags and designer clothing doesn't impress me, a woman who's confident enough to wear a teeshirt and jeans does. As for beauty, nothing is more beautiful than seeing a woman, her hair a little rumpled, without makeup, first thing in the morning, wearing the shirt you wore home from work last night, because it smells like you.
A man with a spirit wants a woman with a spirit, not a hollow china doll shell. The woman who loves completely, even if she's been hurt, who is willing to take those leaps and love you. Never let that pass, gents. Ever. A woman whose tenderness shines from her like the sun, who can soothe wounds with a touch and remind you what it's like to live when she kisses you....those are the truly beautiful women, not the empty soulless shells, who perfectly perscribe the society's *cover girl* image though butchering their bodies and starving themselves.
If these tender, loving, wonderful women are rejected by society, for being a little imperfect, a little less than their harshly concived beauty, then I will love them, for each one, to me, is beautiful.
It is hard to love a cold marble statue, and while *perfect*, that is what those other women are. Cold and distant in their *perfection* and without heart or feeling. I do not wish to love perfection, for I would always feel inadequate, always feel that I must be perfect myself, or else why should she want me? I much prefer a woman, who loves me as I am, and that I improve for because it makes her proud of me, and because it makes her feel wonderful that I would do so, not just for her, but for myself.
These women are nurturing and shining, loving and tender, who will be wonderful mothers someday, because they understand love, the understand mistakes, and they understand that life can be rough, and when you need someone to love you, their face and form are not as important as the heart that beats within their breast.
anonymous
