“Women earn their beauty,” she said. “For most are not gifted with beauty – no, most are not begot with a complexion like a baby’s bottom or lips plump as cherries or eyes round as a curious cat. And of course there is the physique. Women are not born with tightened waists and flat-terrain stomachs and breasts as supple as they are perky. Oh you are fooling yourself if you think a woman’s beauty is inherent. Or that a woman gets paraded and applauded and lusted after simply because on the day she was born, she exited her mother’s vagina with the perfect predisposed genes that knew exactly where to give in and where to give out so that she could sit – perched on a hill – with men at the bottom, clawing at the stones above them as they race to GET HER. But when they get to the top, darling, they see a complexion made of ash and ink, a bosom masked by the underwire of a lacy bra, her nipples too large for your liking. What then? What happened?
“Silly fool, it’s all an illusion – this grand, set notion of beauty. Beauty doesn’t exist. It’s what women create. It’s what they earn. It’s what they slave over, dear fool. Don’t get a flawless woman naked and be surprised at the flaw you shall find as you are making your way down, down, down. What are you? A fool?
“You are a fool – because isn’t earned beauty more respectable than born beauty? Born beauty it is but a yawn. Earned beauty is exciting, daring, achieved.
“I always pick the earned beauty girls and I’ll tell you why: they will work for what they give you. They will work for something to please you.
“Now dear fool, have your pick. Have your bosom-filled pick. I have the earned and the natural beauty. Whatever you decide, I have. Whatever you pick, I can deliver. Whatever you order, I can fulfill.”
Written by Scout.
**Featured Image: Cy Twombly from Tumblr.