“Who notices beauty when it has been in the house three days”. ~ George Bernard Shaw
It has always been particularly interesting phenomenon to me how we as women have to prove ourselves first by our appearance. Having been blessed with a build and coloring that would be the height of beauty in the Victorian era, sadly I grew up in the sixties and seventies where blond bombshells and Twiggy were all the rage. I do not know of one single woman of my acquaintance who has not suffered bouts of self-doubt and depression at some point in time based on self-doubts about her appearance.
I determined at an early age, that if I could not fit within the bounds of conventional beauty, then I would need to develop my other assets. Along with the wide hips and dark hair, I was also blessed with a love of books, a sharp mind and even sharper tongue. I was doomed to be interesting.
Not too long ago, I was asked if it bothered me that people did not tell me I was beautiful. I laughed and said no. Gratefully, I have put my focus on my knowledge, on my abilities, my sense of humor and most of all not giving two shits what silly people think. Beauty is a very subjective thing and to quote Shakespeare “Tis the mind that makes the body rich”. I have a deep sympathy for those women who put all their eggs in the “beauty” basket.
At last one of my favorite actors Dustin Hoffman comes forward with why he made the movie ‘Tootsie”. I have to say it was gratifying to see him cry on film, acknowledging that he had missed out on meeting what he calls ‘interesting women’ or women he discounted because they did not meet the standards of conventional beauty. Kudos to you Mr. Hoffman for sharing your conclusions with us. I will admit there was a certain satisfaction in watching you come to the realization that by discounting people by appearance, the loss was yours.