it was in this back corridor that she and i viewed some of the most beautiful nudes i've every seen! these women were by no means the norm of the modern playgirl. these women were not huge, but they were also not radically thin. though i can't find this individual artist's work, these following paintings are similar to the styles of the paintings in the gallery, except that those in the gallery were more impressionistic.
somewhere along the way men lost their concept of true beauty and fell for a forfeit and now are more pleased by a frail, thin body with little brains beneath glossy hair and plastic "improvements".
what happened to the love of the kind of woman who'd been made of more than a body? what happened to the truth of a beautiful woman who had more to her than a petite frame that's more "aesthetically pleasing"?
a more matronly look was once considered true beauty, not more than 100 years ago!
it seems to me that in the days of such an image of beauty, women were more concerned with other aspects of their lives. now men enforce this image of objectification where all women have to do is look good.
we men become men when we objectify a woman by forcing her to become less than the complex, multi-dimensional daughter of someone that she is.
it's interesting that to be beautiful you have to be thin, and to be thin you have to buy into the lie that you can't possibly be good enough, beautiful enough, or absolutely incredible enough, in any other way. by forcing the obsession with image, men continue to belittle every other aspect of a woman.
it's so wrong.
the truth is that beauty really has nothing to do with what you look like, although you can certainly look beautiful (as Ashley does)!
in reality beauty is in who a person is, how complex they are, what they live for, breathe in, fight for, care for, worry about, struggle with, burn for and think about... Ashley is so beautiful in every way, and i find it a lot healthier to be obsessed with her in all these other ways than to be obsessed with maintaining her in a certain image. she's NO object! and thankfully she'd never let me forget that! :)
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and now, in the words of Orwell, witness another declaration of true Beauty:
"Tirelessly the woman marched to and fro, corking and uncorking herself, singing and falling silent, and pegging out more diapers, and more and yet more. He wondered whether she took in washing for a living or was merely the slave of twenty or thirty grandchildren. Julia had come across to his side; together they gazed down with a sort of fascination at the sturdy figure below. As he looked at the woman in her characteristic attitude, her thick arms reaching up for the line, her powerful mare-like buttocks protruded, it struck him for the first time that she was beautiful. It had never before occurred to him that the body of a woman of fifty, blown up to monstrous dimensions by childbearing, then hardened, roughened by work till it was coarse in the grain like an over-ripe turnip, could be beautiful. But it was so, and after all, he thought, why not? The solid, contourless body, like a block of granite, and the rasping red skin, bore the same relation to the body of a girl as the rose-hip to the rose. Why should the fruit be held inferior to the flower?
'She's beautiful,' he murmured.
'She's a metre across the hips, easily,' said Julia.
'That is her style of beauty,' said Winston."
on behalf of myself, Winston, Orwell, and the men and women that think, i say ALL WOMEN are beautiful. don't change. :)
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