You Have a Beautiful Soul. Wanna Fuck?

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

Pretty much sums it up.

What I consider beautiful, someone else considers to be a pile of lard that has been stuffed into pantyhose and stitched crudely with industrial thread. They might gag when they discover it is lard, but I see it as a unique and valuable object that acts as a vehicle for a great idea in my head. To me, it is beautiful. Beauty, in my environment, is what draws emotion and a sentimental reminisce of positive times and experiences, feelings. Beauty is not necessarily skin deep, but can be (there is no mistaking that a beautiful woman or man will draw out the aforementioned feelings).

I am not one to deny the importance of physical beauty. Mental aspects are far more beautiful to me, however). I am willing to overlook quite a bit when a strong, healthy and curious mind is attached to a less than perfect exterior. In fact, I prefer it. I find that most beautiful people who appear flawless have deepset emotional issues, anyway, so really, their outer beauty is just a mask. I'm not into GQ and Cosmo physiques because there is nothing to squeeze. They don't even appear human to me. Like cyborgs. Models in magazines aren't perfect either, actually. Even my roommate has learned some photoshop tricks to shrink her arm fat in photos and tone up her tummy. She calls it the "photoshop diet." Deceitful? Yes. Common? Absolutely. I think just about every honest woman I know admits their flaws, and 9/10 say it's a physical one. I know some really beautiful souls, but sometimes the outer shell gets way more attention. It's a pity, but it's the way our culture portrays ideals. Having a beautiful soul won't get you laid (at least not very often).

I've done a ton of research on this, as my thesis work revolved almost entirely on body image and body modification over the course of centuries and throughout the world. I could go on and on about this subject for a really long time, but I'm thinking that might be more than I need to write on right now... so I'm going to stop.