I take that I'm still mad thanks to whistle-mariguanérico therapeutic self-prescribe and leave me in the deep and delve into a subject to which I referred in the last post ... "I concluded that I am beautiful because I have only wanted to be, just because I have wanted to feel that way "...
Beauty is something very, very subjective in the early s. Women XX "ideal" average five feet and weighed about sixty-three kilos (with my five feet four and my fifty-seven kilos, proportionately speaking, I, if I lived at the beginning of last century would be perfect ... modesty aside) is more even, if we remember the African tribes and some of the rituals performed to beautify and royalties as "beauty" we have an exaggerated example of what I say.
The concept of beauty that we have today, slender, not muscular, athletic self, silky hair, zero fat, glowing skin, less than thirty, eternally young, with all the time ahead, is a prototype that has been thrust force and Vaseline in our subconscious for years on media, advertising and marketeo, beauty, today is not just another way to sell, sell, sell, sell image, sell the prototype, make that mine does not look anything like the model buy the mineral water business, the drink, that pack of cigarettes, the beer, you want that rag, you look like her, so have taught, they have learned.
In summary, discuss fees eternal beauty is so vague and useless as arguing about religion, politics or football ... I remembered a movie I loved as a kid "The Gods Must Be Crazy" that of an African tribe that includes a bottle of coca-cola falls from an airplane and is the pure bitch, that. In that movie there is a scene where a gringo is undressed and stares at the black and mine feels haunted by half this crazy psychopath and clear, the black looks very fixed and rare, but that is horrible and strange.
The beauty does not exist, is a concept, an idea, therefore is not absolute, on the contrary, as I said is something wholly subjective, the prototype of beauty in ancient Greece century AC II (Venus de Milo) is quite different from the baroque beauty prototype of the Middle Ages and the s. XXI, however, the ancient Greeks, the baroque, medieval people and the current are virtually identical be several in a couple of inches and we live longer, but physically we are almost the same, identical but has varied is the concept of beauty, the prototype.
Well ... does it matter so much beauty in reality? I recognize vain and sometimes pretentious, I think I heard half of my life and has been raised with that "tomorrow we start a diet, Carlita" "Enter the wadding, Carlita", "take off some embellishment, please Carlita", "You're getting fat again, Carlita" and the truth is that I do not know if I want both, that's when you realize that they are learned things that not necessarily true, which is not necessarily all, one sees how it feels.
words, does it matter so much beauty? Perhaps if I ever pass a car and into the pit of the face and the wea I stay forever shattered as plasticine would still perhaps is not the same person I am today? When one realizes that starts to love and be beautiful, but for other things. I'm cute just because I have wanted to be.
know that all this may sound superficial, but damn! Damn! I have boycotted the life worrying about such things, and when I say I do not mean trying to make a desperate figure of speech, I mean in its most literal sense, I had to hit me the worst thumping of my life to realize this I have been the most foolish of the world and I had to stick cachuchazo worst of my life to realize this. I'm pretty
only because I have wanted to be. I end with this phrase that I really loved.
Beauty is something very, very subjective in the early s. Women XX "ideal" average five feet and weighed about sixty-three kilos (with my five feet four and my fifty-seven kilos, proportionately speaking, I, if I lived at the beginning of last century would be perfect ... modesty aside) is more even, if we remember the African tribes and some of the rituals performed to beautify and royalties as "beauty" we have an exaggerated example of what I say.
The concept of beauty that we have today, slender, not muscular, athletic self, silky hair, zero fat, glowing skin, less than thirty, eternally young, with all the time ahead, is a prototype that has been thrust force and Vaseline in our subconscious for years on media, advertising and marketeo, beauty, today is not just another way to sell, sell, sell, sell image, sell the prototype, make that mine does not look anything like the model buy the mineral water business, the drink, that pack of cigarettes, the beer, you want that rag, you look like her, so have taught, they have learned.
In summary, discuss fees eternal beauty is so vague and useless as arguing about religion, politics or football ... I remembered a movie I loved as a kid "The Gods Must Be Crazy" that of an African tribe that includes a bottle of coca-cola falls from an airplane and is the pure bitch, that. In that movie there is a scene where a gringo is undressed and stares at the black and mine feels haunted by half this crazy psychopath and clear, the black looks very fixed and rare, but that is horrible and strange.
The beauty does not exist, is a concept, an idea, therefore is not absolute, on the contrary, as I said is something wholly subjective, the prototype of beauty in ancient Greece century AC II (Venus de Milo) is quite different from the baroque beauty prototype of the Middle Ages and the s. XXI, however, the ancient Greeks, the baroque, medieval people and the current are virtually identical be several in a couple of inches and we live longer, but physically we are almost the same, identical but has varied is the concept of beauty, the prototype.
Well ... does it matter so much beauty in reality? I recognize vain and sometimes pretentious, I think I heard half of my life and has been raised with that "tomorrow we start a diet, Carlita" "Enter the wadding, Carlita", "take off some embellishment, please Carlita", "You're getting fat again, Carlita" and the truth is that I do not know if I want both, that's when you realize that they are learned things that not necessarily true, which is not necessarily all, one sees how it feels.
words, does it matter so much beauty? Perhaps if I ever pass a car and into the pit of the face and the wea I stay forever shattered as plasticine would still perhaps is not the same person I am today? When one realizes that starts to love and be beautiful, but for other things. I'm cute just because I have wanted to be.
know that all this may sound superficial, but damn! Damn! I have boycotted the life worrying about such things, and when I say I do not mean trying to make a desperate figure of speech, I mean in its most literal sense, I had to hit me the worst thumping of my life to realize this I have been the most foolish of the world and I had to stick cachuchazo worst of my life to realize this. I'm pretty
only because I have wanted to be. I end with this phrase that I really loved.
"You're what you love, Fhayruz -
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