Just yesterday I observed a girl in my dance class that wasn’t necessary the most beautiful in the room, she stayed in the back of the room for most of the time, just when the class finished she stayed behind and she danced by herself. You could tell she loved to move and the more she moved the more beautiful she became. The dance transformed her into something more than an image of a girl, she became an emotion.
I always thought that the love of beauty has been the kind of thing that has been engraved in us since birth, yet just recently I started to realised that the love of truly beautiful things actually comes to us with time, through observation, appreciation and caring.
I wondered if the same goes for delicacy and fragility? A thing can be beautiful but it can lack fragility and the delicacy of something seated deeply within us. Can fragility be taught? The way I look at it, it needs to come from a very confident, honest place within you. Trusting yourself is a sure way to get you there.
Some people might parallel fragility with weakness but I think it’s the complete opposite. It’s almost like allowing yourself to be a child again, there is no fear and no not even a slight hint of desperation.
Beauty comes with time. Evolution, which has always fascinated me, is a proof of it. A lot of people advocate “the survival of the fittest” concept (I can’t count how many debates I’ve had with people about this…) and that the human form has evolved according to it, yet the eyes (the most delicate & complex part of the body) have managed to evolve with it…
In today’s time, as young girls grow up they are taught to not differentiate themselves from boys. They are constantly reminded that they should only be measured by their achievements and their level of independence. And these are all good things, the best actually, yet there is so much beauty in being needed as well as needing someone.
While talking to my friend (about boys of course) last weekend she said it better than most, “We don’t know why we need them, but we do, we need each other, one day I’ll find out why.” Mysha
Photo Credit: Alexander Zozulya