"Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious." 1 Peter 3:3-4
I love women. They are beautifully complex and intuitive creatures. I need them in my life. More so now than ever. But in a room full of men, I will break one of Ruiz' Four Agreements and ASSUME the following doesn't happen...
Another one of the essential steps to freedom in this superficial world is to agree to never under any circumstances take things personally and as a general practice, this is a daunting task in which I can achieve.
That is until I don't.
It is my educated guess that if I repetitively tell one to "lose some fucking weight Fatso" on a regular basis, that person would tend to have hurt feelings in some respect. If not, my snide comments to "lay off the raw cookie dough two-ton Tessie" could.
However, why would I and why should you?
Now if I listen to one more woman tell me I am too skinny, to gain some weight and ask why don't I suck down a Cookies and Lard milkshake to put some meat on my bones, I may just start taking it to heart.
Why is it appropriate for you to embrace your curves but I should feel bad about my lean muscle? It is called genetics. And the sooner the smarter sex realizes it's biological validity, the happier we will be with each other in admiration and unconditional support.
Just a thought at balancing the scales. (You see what I did there?)
Can you tell me what the hell appearance has to do with the heart anyway?
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