You Are Beautiful
You are beautiful. . .
It's a phrase that my mother uses a lot.
I used to wonder, "How in the world can Mother call them
I am a logical, statistical man.
I call things as I see them.
I didn't see beauty.
My mother would tell people this with an enthusiasm they
could feel. She was genuine. She wasn't telling them they
were beautiful to get something from them. Most of the
time, they were trying to get something from her.
I wondered for years what was wrong with Mother's perception and
vision. Couldn't she see that all of the people she called beautiful,
You were beautiful only if you had a certain figure and face
that was classed as beautiful by the laws of the world and
glamour. Yet when my mother spoke, people smiled as though
Glamour magazine had listed them as one of the beautiful people
of the year.
It took me years to finally understand my mother's vision
and the phrase, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
My mother had a spirit that could see the beauty in a person.
Most only look on the outside and then compare what they
see with the standards the world has given them.
That was what I was doing.
Today when you leave your house, carefully look at the first
person whom you see and notice how beautiful they are.
They may be balding, fat, wrinkled, pimply, or any of the
other things the world frowns upon as beauty.
Look at them closely and look for the beauty.
If you really look, you'll see it.
I didn't believe that at first until I tried it.
Sure enough, as I stared and opened another set of eyes,
I was able to see the beauty in every person.
No matter how rough or worn a person looked,
each pain etched line held a glimpse of beauty.
You just had to look for the beauty. It's there.
When you leave your home this morning, look hard at each
person. You will start to see the beauty of every human who
you didn't know existed. Trust me and try this.
If you sincerely look, you will see it.
When you get home after seeing the beauty in faces you see,
look in the mirror.
You are beautiful.