Beauty.  What would we do without it?  It has become an integral part of our everyday survival that most of our days unconsciously begin and end with it. What’s in your toothpaste?  Don’t leave home without sunscreen!  Beauty is tongue in cheek often followed by the words inside and out.  Yet in our world of changing concepts and standards, the word seems to perpetually rest on the surface of everything, constantly nudging our consciousness to be or not to be.  To have or not to have.  It’s all about the love we feel at first sight, whether by a man, woman, a place, a painting, a scarf or how a dish appeals in the light.  Her skin, her hair, the curves of her body, her make up and the way her pout renders a suggestion of a more intimate connection.

Pucker this way.  Then notice the way her lashes upstage the truth in her eyes that camouflage her pain we don’t see, in the same way that his tan lies to the nth degree to make you believe a dedication that makes you question, not only your DNA but your psychological make up.  “What’s your excuse?” some bloggers blatantly ask in self exaltation, forgetting the inside that goes with the out.  Are they now suggesting that we’re lazy? They don’t even know us! Perhaps you’re battling with diabetes, a leaky gut or a depression that sets you further each time you feel so far removed from what you’re seeing.  Or you’re going through an abusive relationship that you have become so numb to, you don’t even recognize the abuse, never mind where to begin with the right shade of lipstick.

It’s not an excuse. It’s called reason.  That for every cause, there is an effect.  You just don’t know or understand the cause to reason well enough to move from it.  How can you understand what you don’t recognize?   It goes on and on.  Images of a man’s face, his biceps, and the occasional acrimonious skirt, as if we’re not confused enough.  Not that it’s wrong, for the Scottish wore them in the most barbaric of times.  Women and their gaze, the color of their lips– matte, glossy, metallic, the distinguished labels on their attire with a price tag that probably pays someone’s rent for the next six months.  The revolution of expression is externally and eternally interpreted through the prints of words and images that scream louder and LOUDER each time we open Instagram alone! Let’s take a moment to silently pause…and breathe.

Stop and smell the roses or a bottle of perfume. I understand because I’ve been there.  I’ve experienced both sides of the coin. And today, I have enough experience and of everything to share pieces of me, in gratitude of being able to see it both ways.  I can get superficial with you, factual, creative, philosophical, spiritual, all the way to profound.  Silly too!  It’s not all overwhelming and impossible to experience the whole gamut, for beauty is a whole lot more than what is seen.  It is not just skin deep.  It is heard.  It is smelled and tasted.  It is felt.  It is expressed as it is experienced.  It is very much defined by love.

And love my dearest, begins with YOU.  So what is beauty?  To me, beauty is love at its finest work.

Let’s talk BEAUTY–inside and out.

Louvette