Someone said yesterday that they were considering having another baby with their new husband but were concerned about how the baby would turn out looking. I piped in about the pig eyed mother who wanted to put her baby up for adoption and how I just said after meeting with her and seeing that she not only was pig eyed but her own mother was as well – I said, well, a pig eyed baby is better than no baby.
But so began a conversation about beauty (a question that haunted me for a long time but now has passed) – not just being attractive but the sort of arresting beauty that some are born with – and how it is their blessing and their curse.
Beauty opens the door but doesn’t give you any tools to maneuver through life. It attracts the wrong kind of attention, people who are drawn to what they see with the naked eye but have no interest in exploring depth or quirkiness or the amazing.
I have spent my life around beautiful women – and have found most, if not all, to be frail creatures who are never able to step outside of how they look much to the detriment of living a full and rich life.
Give me the pig eyed baby girl any day – she’d most likely be the one I would have the most fun with.