Perhaps one of our failings as a human race is our perception of beauty.
Our perception that character, and the insuppressible beauty of uniqueness is imperfection.
To me, the most alluring quality in a face is its natural form.
It’s invisible reflection of the soul
It’s unquantifiable energy
It’s stunning uniqueness
I see the character in a face as the epitome of human perfection.
Beauty beyond definition, for it cannot be measured.
Each line represents not one, but many stories. Don’t for one second be frightened of their presence. They are simply our reward for all of those times we’ve put one foot in front of the other, and made it to the other side.
Age is a blessing. Some of the most beautiful people in the world, are those older than us, who have lived, and are no longer afraid to show themselves. They find no comfort in being in any other skin other than the one they’re in.
Faces blooming with emotion, life and character have endless depth and come with infinite interpretations and possibilities, unlike the finite form of perceived physical beauty.
In the words of Amy Bloom-
“You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed.
And you are beautiful.”