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What is beauty anyway? You’ll probably won’t find it social media.


What is beauty anyway? You’ll probably won’t find it on social media.

What is beauty? Is it truly in the eyes of the beholder or is there more to it? Have we been conditioned to believe certain aspects of beauty exist when perhaps they don’t? Is our perception of beauty distorted by watching excessive news and social media?

Beauty in the eyes of the beholder - Graphic Stock

Picture from Graphic Stock.

I sat in the hairdressers the other day. They had a hair magazine or Harpers Bazaar. I don’t buy this kind of publication so thought it was a treat to have a peek (I’m more the fitness or home beautiful kinda girl). Not only were the fashions only for the runway (or perhaps the streets of Milan, but not Coolangatta), but didn’t make the models look pretty, let alone beautiful (only my opinion). Seriously, the models were so thin that in one of the photo shoots it’s a wonder the camera could even capture them.

What happened to the fashion industry taking body image seriously? I know there are naturally thin women, but there was no depiction of a mix of women and no curvy women, except for Elle McPherson on the cover (and let’s face it she’s a freak by any standard of beauty). No depiction of normality at all. Okay I know Harpers Bazaar and other fashion magazine are about the fashion ‘art’ and I appreciate that, but I felt annoyed. I know for fans of Harpers, I don’t have to read it. I’m just pointing out how I felt, and even if I were rich one day I’d still prefer comfortable, beach Aussie clothing (even a bit of feminine floaty boho) to runway artwork. Do the people who read these magazines actually think that inside the pages are beautiful? Did they always think that way or did it happen the longer they looked at those images? Is the media influencing how we see things?

To me beauty isn’t size or what you wear, or how you wear it and it’s not someone taking a selfie and photoshopping it beyond recognition (no really your lips aren’t that pouty and your cheeks aren’t that hollow, but if they are good for you). Beauty by definition is; a mix of qualities, such as shape, colour, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight. Beauty is something that makes you feel good when you see it. We need to see things not only with our eyes but also with our heart and mind and then we’ll find what’s really beautiful.

I believe in observing the beauty outside the media influencers. I love a heartfelt smile on any shape age or size face. I love twinkling eyes and mischievous grins of any colour, culture or religion. I see beauty in any size woman (or man for that matter) that loves their own body and embraces what they have, from tiny Linda Hunt to fun-time Rebel Wilson. I see and old man with watery eyes as he looks adoringly at his wife as beautiful. I see the tiny down’s syndrome girl playing with other kids as just another cute child and so is the redhead with freckles (or not like Ed Sheran). A Digger in a wheelchair with a big smile on his face because he’s playing  basketball at the Invictus Games; that’s beautiful. Three children walking hand-in-hand; one Christian, one Asian, one Muslim; black, cream, white – beautiful! A baby cuddling a puppy and giggling as it licks his face (do I even have to say, “That’s beautiful”?).

It’s not just people either. While I’m smiling at a sunny day, someone out west, waiting for a drought to break, is grinning at a bunch of rain clouds greying the day. My gorgeous white sandy beach with turquoise blue water isn’t as beautiful to the person who loves snow, ski slopes and winter. To an overworked uni student a pile of books is an ugly chore; to the bookworm all books are beautiful.

There’s enough ugly in the world at the moment (terrorism, domestic violence, racism, sexism, ice; to name a few), so let’s find the beauty all around us, not the stuff on social media, news or magazines, but the real stuff in our lives.

147 to 165 Days of Gratitude – Black Hawk Anniversary


Day 147 to 165 of 365 Days of Gratitude – Black Hawk Anniversary

It’s been 18 days since I last gave gratitude on this blog. I’ve been grateful for many things in those 18 days and most of them deal with my health and being alive. We should have gratitude for every day we wake and live on our beautiful planet Earth. Lots of people have come and gone since I’ve lived, and I ponder why some left this journey early, while others (such as my nana who lived till 94) stay longer than, perhaps, they would have liked. And, mostly why do some die so young?

Sunrise at Currumbin Beach Qld.

Have gratitude when you can wake each morning and see a new sunrise.

I am melancholy about this, as during these days the anniversary of The Black Hawk Accident occurred. 18 of our finest men died in that tragic incident June 12th 1996. 15 were SAS soldiers and one of them was Corporal Brett Tombs, a dear school friend. Many Australians will remember when the two Black Hawks collided over Townsville and how we mourned as a nation when we heard of the tragedy.

I think of Brett and his family each year and wish he could still be here with Gaye (who I also went to school with) and their two children, watching them grow up. It’s one of those things that, even twenty years later, you still don’t quiet believe that it happened. It resonates with me further because two of my sons have been in the defence force (one did three tours of duty). The Black Hawk incident shows that even in peacetime, there is always danger of some kind protecting our country. RIP Brett Tombs and all the young men of The Black Hawk.

You can read this tear-jerking account from last year’s Courier Mail, featuring Brett’s daughter Giverny. Brett would have been so proud of her and his son, Josh. I am grateful for something through that, and that is that his children have wonderful uncles (Brett’s brothers) who love his children and do their utmost to fill some of Brett’s void for them. It’s poignant and bittersweet.

So, for these 18 days of gratitude, let’s just say I’m truly grateful that all my family are safe and that we are here.

Reflect on what you were doing on the day of The Black Hawk Accident 21 years ago.

Lest we forget.

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