I was just at my YouTube page, and I noticed a video in my favorites I had forgotten all abut. Take a look at this (It’s one minute and 15 seconds long):
“No wonder our perception of beauty is distorted”…
I decided a very long time ago, that I wanted a man to like me for who I was, and not what color I painted my hair and face. I have gone through my entire adult life with my God given, factory issued, hair, face and body. I figured, I wanted to attract a man without false advertising.
I wanted a man who would love me for who I am on the inside, rather than what I could change my outside to look like. I didn’t want a husband to wake up with my real self and go screaming down the street. I wanted a man who felt, like me, that how a person looks is irrelevant to their quality as a person.
So here I am. I am a woman over fifty. I have a lot of streaks of gray hair, and I have creases around my eyes and mouth. And I have a hubby who I knows loves me just for who I am.
I am an ordinary looking girl. Nobody is going to turn their head to look at me after I walk by. But, I am confident that the man I love chose to marry me based upon the real things that matter, the person I am on the inside, not outside.
By the same token, my hubby is secure in the feeling that my love for him has not decreased as the number of hairs on his head have decreased. In fact, my love for him has grown since our marriage as much as his tummy has grown since our marriage. (tee hee. Are you reading this sweetie?)
Jesting aside, the things we love about each other will never change, just the packaging, and that doesn’t matter to us. (Although we do tease each other harmlessly.)
My hubby calls me his “Beautiful Bride”. Thank you, God, for giving me just the right man I wanted.
(I don’t know what “Category” to place this blog in. I decided to put it in “My Faith”, since it was God who gave me my wonderful hubby)