I’ve never felt beautiful. But like almost every person I know, I always wanted to be attractive.
I know all the reasons that beauty if a foolish thing to value. It fades. It is skin deep and does not represent the person.
I know how much pain my continued desire for it has caused me. Just releasing that desire would be a great relief from the pain. A huge freedom.
But, like so many things of this nature, knowledge isn’t the course of mental change. Ultimately the deep rooted belief that beauty has worth is more powerful than the knowledge that personal beauty is not really representative of anyone.
Its the belief that beauty has worth that gives it value all over the world. Even though it is an illusion we all recognize, we still hand over the reins to the belief.
Logic is not the power player in my brain that I want it to be.