In nature there is no blemish but the mind: none can be called deformed but the unkind”
William Shakespeare
“In other men we faults can spy,
And blame the mote that dims their eye;
Each little speck and blemish find;
To our own stronger errors blind.”
Benjamin Franklin
(white hydrangeas / Julie Cook / 2015)
When did we decide that perfection, the flawless, the blemish free was the goal?
When did we convince ourselves that only the unspoiled, the unsullied, the sparkling and the immaculate were to be the prize, the treasure, the quest?
When did we decide to pour our finances into recreating a nose, teeth, a chin, cheeks, breasts, hips, stomachs, backsides, eyes, hair. . .
When did we decide we needed to look like “them” in order to be beautiful, accepted, better?
When did we decide we didn’t like our face, our body, our minds, our souls. . .
We decided we needed to take action. . .we built up those whose appearances seems to have achieved perfection and we, no matter the cost, the expense, the stupidity, wanting it too, have decided to risk everything for the flawless and the blemish free. . .
We won’t be satisfied until we too are one of the beautiful people.
No matter sacrifice or cost, pain or suffering. . .
When did we look in a mirror comparing what looked back to the magazine covers, the television shows, the movies? Deciding we just didn’t like what we saw. . . too big, too small, not round, too square, too heavy, too scrawny, too long, too short, too pale, too dark. . .
Flawless and blemish free. . .
Who set the mark for beauty and who has perpetuated the lie. . .
You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.
Song of Solomon 4:7
O make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself.
Ephesians 5:26-28
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