slavegirljoy
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Joined: 11/6/2006 From: North Carolina, USA Status: offline
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Imperfection is Beauty, to me. That is why, no matter how great an artist is, he or she can never duplicate the beauty of a sunset or a stormy sea or an eagle in flight. Even the camera can't capture the beauty of nature because, no matter how good the film, the camera, the aperature setting, and the photographer, the photo can never match the unique quality of that particular moment and place in time. It can never be adequately duplicated. There are amazingly beautiful paintings and photographs but, you can always tell that it is not the same as the "real thing" and, even when you watch a sunset or look out over a snow covered mountainrange, it's only temporary and can never be repeated exactly the same way again. It's always different and always beautiful. It's the imperfections that make it unique and beautiful and to be cherished in the moment. When people try to make themselves looks "perfect", either through plastic surgery or with a lot of make-up, they end up looking unnatural and, to me, not beautiful. Have you ever noticed how every baby is beautiful, no matter how scrunched-up their face is or smashed-down their nose is or how squinty their eyes are or how roley-poly their chubby little face is or how goofy their hair is? They are beautiful in their imperfections! At least, to me they are. i love nature's beauty of imperfections. Oh, and i also love the beauty i see in the lovely raised stripes that my Master's whip places across my back and bottom and the bluish-purple bruises that mark my body from my Master's hands. That is also something that i cherish as beautiful. Thank you, ChgoFacilitator, for starting this thread. slave joy Owned property of Master David Edited to add: i used to think that my scarred body and amputated leg made me "damaged goods" that no man would ever want to look at, much less touch. Then, to my great surprise, i found out that there are many men who love the look of my stump and don't even see the scars, even the large rectagle of off-color skin on the front on my left thigh, that was the result of a skin graft. Beauty comes in many variations of imperfections.
< Message edited by slavegirljoy -- 6/3/2007 6:58:14 PM >
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