Thursday, February 09, 2006

Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful

Did you know that it's Beautiful Women Month?

Neither did I until received an email telling me so. And since it came from the internet, it must be true, right? But should it be limited to the female class?

I think not.

So let me declare to all my readers that you are BEAUTIFUL! (If you are a male insert HANDSOME! I am not a feminist on this topic. Actually, I'm not a feminist on most topics, but that is another blog...)

The email came with a perceptive poem written by the endearing Audrey Hepburn, a woman who most people equate with classic grace and style. I actually agree with the words, so I am totally going to steal them and place them here. Doesn't matter your sex; the words are universally non-exclusive and timeless.

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands; one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.

That about sums up what it takes to be happy – to be beautiful from the inside out. Try it today and see how quickly others will place you on their Top 10 Most Beautiful List. And remember, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Doesn't matter what clothes you wear, if you're debonair, your type of hair, your size derrière, if you’re easy to scare, walk in a lair, if you stare, if you kiss a square, if you have weight to spare, if you sit in a chair, if you eat a pear, if you haven't a care or if you have flair… You are beautiful because God made you… And He has never made a mistake.

(Can you tell that we have been working on rhyming with our youngest?)