To her , anything beautiful was art in making. The eyes greedily took notice of each line the creator made or bent, some exotic some just a pleasure to watch.Β Often, when she stood naked in front of mirror,Β she wondered how could he love her shapeless body . He wrote about beauty of her tears those nights.
We are our own worse critics. Happy women’s day to you as well!
All women feel this way…
Loved the mood of your story Lady Nimue.
Most excellent 55
Thanks for always playing with such class
and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Just a little different than expected in tone and message, and better for it–nicely done 55.
Beautiful, poignant words.
smiles….sometimes it is easier to see the beauty around us than in us…perhaps he will share with her a bit of his magic…
Well, you know what they say…beauty is in the eye of the beholder… Nice, Nimue!
Something beautiful in every creation π
Beautiful writing. It’s a shame so many women can’t understand the innate beauty of their bodies.
A fascinating idea, to write about the beauty of someone’s tears.
Nimue, this hits home, not for me, but for my daughter, who is gorgeous and sees only imperfection… always has. My husband always starts their conversations, “Hello, gorgeous!” and this has a positive effect. She’s just too observant for her own damn good, AND she is an artist. Too bad she can’t see her own REAL self-portrait.
A hauntingly beautiful 55. Love it and I’ve subscribed again to your blog (took a hiatus awhile back…). Love, Amy
thanks and most welcome here Amy !
I missed your wisecomments π