If those are your true feelings then so be it. Far be it from me to judge you any further, even though you will no doubt continue to judge everyone else. I guess I can't help but wonder what will happen when the standards of beauty change? They inevitably will, as history dictates thus. Will you still see your efforts to beautify yourself as successful, or will you suddenly become ugly in your own eyes again? And just to take it a step further, what happens when you are old, wrinkled, toothless and unattractive? Will you want your loved ones to be forgiving of your aging process or should they seek out someone younger and more beautiful to love? You might deem me as naive, but I'm wiser than I let on.
You see, I've been young and beautiful. Long dark hair, warm amber eyes, breasts to die for, curves in all the right places....I've been there. Unfortunately, I've been to other places in life that took a toll on my body, mind and spirit. I'm damaged and I'm not afraid to admit it. I'm also not afraid to admit that I am among the least desirables in society when it comes to my obesity. I still have the hair, eyes and rack, but that really doesn't matter at this point. Fortunately for me, I have other qualities that more than make up for my lack of youthful charm. I am skilled, intelligent, passionate, creative, loving, loyal, nurturing....the list goes on. I am the opposite of you. I actually live a better life because I refuse to bow to societal "truths", not worse. Do I struggle? Yes, but who doesn't? When I look around me I see three things: My strong and incredibly patient husband of 14+ years, my insightful and wonderful son and the life we continue to build together every day. It's not perfect, we're not perfect, but we're together. Our youthful glow has already started to fade, but what appears in it's place are the wrinkles, crags and scars of experience and age....the indelible evidence that we have truly lived and are still alive. How do you picture your future, Wally?
While there are some aspects of my life that are not as I pictured, I do have the things that mean the most to me. Without what I have already, nothing else would matter. So am I blind? No. If anything, loss of beauty has opened my eyes. I can't live by someone else's standard, it's not in me to do so. I have to be true to myself, which means defining myself on my own terms. This is as far from being blinded by reality as you can get. I will surely be disappointed in the future, but that's par for the course. I accepted long ago that life is going to push me to the limitations of my humanity. I also accepted that I would do it on my terms, though. I wish you luck with your reality, Wally. May it cushion you for as long as it can.