Pretty People Are A Dime A (Baker's) Dozen
If you were interested in changing the world, even just having an impact of any sort of lasting significance in it, the pursuit of beauty would be secondary to every other desirable attribute.
If your mental real estate is occupied in every room by thoughts of sculpted abdominals, clear skin, a beautiful head of hair, and the right outfit to accentuate it all, you are missing out on what about you has the potential to world-alter - to lastingly impress.
The most commonly traded commodity on Earth is coffee. Second to it is pretty people. They are traded for by currency of glances and objectifying Instagram heart emoji Instagram comments. They are consumed in magazines, television shows, music concerts, and on side streets downtown. Those on television are rewarded for their features by hoards of paparazzi blasting camera lights at their faces, screaming their name to make a buck off of their image. Those who play music receive louder applause for the removal of their shirts than for their finest composition. Those on the streets are whistled at by abrasive strangers.
The compensation for being pretty is, when you think about it in these terms, quite demeaning. If the attractiveness of an individual is his or her finest quality, yet is being consumed so flippantly, what value does it have really? I would argue very little.
Beauty is merely a result of a way of being. It is not a way of being in and of itself. Beauty is reflective. It reflects the identity of an individual as means of translation from essence to physical form. A beautiful soul appears beautiful to the world. This is why seemingly unattractive people tend to be seen with seemingly attractive partners. A beautiful soul will captivate and draw in, because it is precious and rare, like gold, that you would find one. So somebody who is beautiful inside, but on the surface is undesirable, once seen for what they are, will radiate in immeasurable ways.
The problem is that so few of us cultivate the confidence within ourselves to be seen for what we are. We focus so intently on being beautiful that we diminish and neglect that which is beautiful within us to the point that we are unable to display it. So we try our hardest to convince ourselves to go to the gym, eat our vegetables, scrub our faces, and walk with our spines upright. The beauty minded person obsesses over the means of appearing beautiful. The soul minded person obsesses over being beautiful.
The irony is that the soul minded person, by natural extension, tends to do all of the things the beauty minded person is straining to do. He or she who loves their soul, tends to have a body/soul connection. So the prospect of treating their body right with proper food and exercise is second nature. They also tend to have the clearest skin, being free from the anxiety and stress of surmounting the 'impossible standards' of beauty the world has imposed on them. And posture is a no brainer for the soul minded person, who walks confidently in their simple joy of being.
The soul minded person is effortlessly everything the beauty minded person is tirelessly working at being. And the good news is, you and I are both capable of being the former. We can all be the soul minded. We can all be healthy and radiant. But we must not force it. We must simply let it be. Falling in love with who you are is not complacency, but rather surrender to letting yourself grow, rather than wish you were something else. Your journey doesn't end in accepting yourself. It starts there.