In Other Words (Quotes) · questions · someone said · Uncategorized

The beauty of women…

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“So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls,
why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?”
Harriet Beecher Stowe


I have been thinking about the above quote for a few days.
Yes, the gears have been turning but all I have is questions.

Young girls/women are beautiful. No question.
But why?  Simply because they are young?
Old women are not thought of as beautiful.  Question.
Why?  Just because they are old?
Is there only one standard for beauty?

We look at things that are old and see beauty in them.
Antiques are highly prized though they may be
faded, scratched, wobbly, imperfect.
The works of the artisans of long ago are valuable because they are old.
Doesn’t matter that they are blurred with time, chipped or torn.
Why are old objects valued for their beauty and women are not?

Old houses are bought and renovated inside and out.
Tens of thousands of dollars are spent to bring back their beauty.
Old cars are restored to their former shiny good looks.
A great deal of money is spent to make them beautiful again though
they are less efficient and costlier to keep than newer cars.
Why is it okay to spend a fortune on old houses and cars
to make them look their best but it is considered silly or wasteful
for a woman to have cosmetic surgery to enhance her beauty as she ages?

Just questions that resulted from my thinking about women and beauty.
What do you think?
Are our beliefs and thoughts about the beauty of women distorted or skewed?
Are we too easily influenced by media and advertising?
Are we so superficial that we will not look beyond the outer wrappings
to find the treasured gifts within?

I have no answers just questions.

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“So much has been said…

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“So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls,
why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?”
Harriet Beecher Stowe

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Pondering the changes…


I have been thinking about the changes in my life.  I think many of us do this time this time of year.  One of the things that changed in my life has been my body.  Of course, everyone’s body changes over time but the last few days I have been pondering my changes.

When I was a baby and until I was about six I was fat.  I little dumpling if you will.  When I was a little girl I was pretty average. Not short or tall, chubby or thin just an average little girl. Then I got tall and skinny and awkward, all arms and legs.

From my mid-twenties to thirties, I was just right.  I wasn’t tall or short, not chubby or skinny. My arms and legs were no longer gangly but just as they should be.  I had curves where they are supposed to be all slender and perky…at attention if you know what I mean.

My forties and fifties brought some changes.  Things got softer and rounder and I gained some weight.  Then I was suddenly sixty!  Things changed, a lot! I was not fat but a bit plump and things sorted started shifting south.  My little pot belly morphed into a turkey roaster and my cute often complimented little butt…well let’s just say it wasn’t often complimented.  But maybe it’s because folks don’t compliment older women’s butts. Probably because no one looks at them but that is another post.

Now on my way to seventy, though I don’t want to be a little birdy old lady I don’t want to be an ostrich either.  So, in 2015, I was on and sometimes off, a diet.  It took a year to lose twenty-five pounds!  Dieting is hard work and I prefer naps.  Anyway, I am happy to be if not svelte at least wearing a size ten.

But here is a question.  If it took a year to lose twenty-five pounds why did it only take five days to gain five and a half pounds?  So much of life is a puzzle.

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Sunday, we’ve come a long way…

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“[Bicycling] has done more to emancipate woman than any one thing in the world. I rejoice every time I see a woman ride by on a wheel. It gives her a feeling of self-reliance and independence the moment she takes her seat; and away she goes, the picture of untrammelled womanhood.”

Susan B Anthony

I am curious;
What do women (or men) of today think about this statement?

Black Cat · books · Christian · non-fiction · Saturday · Uncategorized

Saturday, beauty that matters…


A Black cat Book Review

Fierce Beauty by Kim Meeder

In her book of true stories Kim Meeder tells women the truth about beauty, what it is and what it is not.  She writes of the beauty she sees in the women and girls around her and in her own life.

“You were not created to be a princess of entitlement but a warrior, fighting to bring love and hope to the world.”

It becomes clear through the stories that the world’s quest for beauty is insatiable, there is never enough, it will never be satisfied.  This beauty imprisons women making their world small and confining.  It cannot endure, it can only fade.

Just as clearly true beauty is revealed in the lives of imperfect women who have chosen the joy found in the freedom of the warrior over the prison of the princess.  This beauty does endure, it is eternal.

“God is calling women to be beautiful, not just the way our world portrays.  God’s desire is that we choose to lay down our princess crown of entitlement, pick up His sword of encouragement, and start fighting for those around us who are losing their battle for hope.”

Meeder writes captivatingly and deceptively simple.  In her book you can find easy surface lessons or dig deeper and discover wisdom rarely found in a book with beauty in the title.  From beginning to end the heart of Kim Meeder is exposed.  She encourages and inspires.

There is an honesty and transparency here that gives the reader much to ponder.

I received this book free of charge by WaterBrook Multnomah Publishers in exchange for my honest review.