Love and Beauty

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Or so we've been told.

I was asked the question "What makes something beautiful?" Because, really, terms like 'normal' or 'weird,' 'beautiful,' 'ugly,' are all matters of opinion. Who's to say what's normal or not, huh?

But anyway, I could not answer that question. It ate at me and ate at me. I racked my brain, thinking of a logical explanation. And then it hit me.

Love is what makes something beautiful.

Think about it. Take your average (another word based on opinion) tennage girl. Not a lot of self-esteem there. But then, she developes a crush on a boy. She dresses up more each day. At first, as hope and love blooms, she believes herself to be better looking. Now, we go one way. She gets the guy. That just boosts her self-esteem and makes her feel even more beautiful. Then, we go the other way. Complete rejection. She begins to believe she wasn't pretty enough for him.

Therefore, beauty depends on love.

Take another thing. A flower. You water it, care for it, give it sunlight, feed it, fertilize it. All this symbolizes love. And, most often, it will flourish and become the beautiful flower you hoped it would be. Now, take all that away and replace it with neglect, or hatred, absolutely no love. It dies, withers away, no longer beautiful.

Therefore, beauty depends on love.