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The Actual Difference Between Women Who Are Hot And Who Are Beautiful
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Women. We’re curvy, skinny, hood, pretty,
cute, ethnic, bad, dime pieces, unicorns, babes, pieces of tail, juicy,
fine, sexy, foxes, sultry, voluptuous… The list goes on.
When was the last time you heard a man describe a woman with an adjective that isn’t dripping in sexual innuendos and defaming premises? When was the last time you heard a man describe a woman by something that compliments her soul and her inherent elegance? When was the last time you heard a man describe a woman as beautiful?
There’s been a loss of respect when it comes to admiring women, shifting towards describing us as objects, rather than people. Men look at women as pieces of tail, “things” to be conquered, rather than appreciating women for their individuality.
A large portion of today’s men are momentarily allured by hair extensions, large chests, big bottoms and stilettos. They think sexuality comes in the form of bronzed skin, bikini waxes and fake eyelashes. They’ve been programmed to believe that any woman with a sculpted body and perky breasts is attractive.
What about the women who don’t want to indulge in the male fantasy? What about the women who just want to wear comfortable sweaters and flats? What about the women who don’t dress to impress the opposite sex, but instead, to just feel good in their own skin? Isn’t there attractiveness in that? Isn’t there an appeal to that sense of confidence?
When did women become forced to acquiesce to this standard, or otherwise get lost in the crowd? When did getting a man mean painting on layers of makeup and investing in mini skirts?
There is a certain type of man that continually defames women, judging us solely on sex appeal, they fail to see the actual grandeur of a woman. They miss the rare moments of natural beauty and uniqueness.
They don’t recognize that “hotness” doesn’t last past midnight, when the makeup has smudged onto the pillow and the hair extensions have been taken out. It doesn’t last when the spray tans have washed away and the tight dresses have come off.
It’s not real; it’s an illusion that’s been forcing women to conform to unhealthy habits for too many years.
It’s time these men are reminded of the difference between hot and beautiful. It’s time men realize that women have more to offer than just a body.
Women are stunning creatures, with assets and traits both unique and enchanting to each one of us, and it’s time we started showcasing our individuality and stop giving in to the illusion of sexy created by man. Beauty isn’t about wanting to f*ck her; it’s about wanting to be with her.
Hot is admired from afar; beauty is to be held.
Hot is perception; beauty is appreciation.
Hot is smokey-eyed; beautiful is bare-faced.
Hot is an appearance; beautiful is more than skin deep.
Hot is the way she moans; beautiful is the way she speaks.
Hot is a strong appeal; beautiful is strong mind.
Hot is youthful; beautiful is ageless.
Hot is conventional; beauty is unique.
Hot is a one-night stand; beautiful is sleepless nights.
Hot is a state of being; beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Hot is devious; beautiful is innocent.
Hot is bending her over; beautiful is baking her blueberry pancakes.
Hot is sultry; beautiful is wholesome.
Hot is her curves; beauty is her nerves.
Hot is a text message; beautiful is a love letter.
Hot is a facade; beautiful is a woman.
Top Photo Courtesy: We Heart It
I read this on a friends facebook -page today and it hit me at home, right in my heart. I never understood and never will understand why people spend so much money on beauty to either get, keep, or whatever for a man. I think if you are yourself, the same person you were when you met someone, it can last a lifetime. Good article either way and makes you think a little. Too bad not many men will take the time to read it but I'm pretty sure the women will.
This hit me because the other night Rich and I went to dinner at our go to restaurant, The Grand Villa for our usual burritos and chips and salsa. When we got there Rich dropped me off at the door like he always does, such a gentleman. I went in and what a surprise a table was ready. It was Valentines Day so we wondered but then again it was 5:00pm so um ya. We always joke our date night is almost always The Villa and a trip to Costco, every two weeks whether we want to go or not and early like two old people trying to get the early bird special. It is our thing and we both love it neither one of us would change it for anything! Anyways back to being seated. I told the young lady 2 of us in a booth over by the bar please and she grabbed the menus and took me over there while my mind was telling me to wait for Rich but I figured he would find me. I sat there and sat there watching for him, nothing. Of course my anxiety kicked in, what if, what if, what if? I do not like public if he isn't by my side unless I am grocery shopping and then I am on an in and out mission. I could never live without this man. After what seemed like an eternity sitting there he was walking towards me with that big smile on his face while he unzipped his coat and sat down. In my usual fashion I told him I was getting worried because it took so long. I figure after so many years together you are able to say whatever comes to mind no matter what the situation. This tends to get me into trouble in so many situation but oh well I'm fifty now so deal with it. I'm not sure what excuse I used all the other years but I like saying I'm fifty for some reason. Then I asked him how he found me and he said in the most common voice ever, "I just told the lady I was with the beautiful blonde." Ahhhhh brownie points for at least a week with that one and he was going to be a happy man when we got home. Hahaha! That is too funny. Believe me it isn't like he doesn't tell me he thinks I am beautiful all the time but this was different. I looked at him and smiled and told him, "Oh my gosh you did not!!!" He was just like, "What?? Yes I did!" beaming from ear to ear. I don't know why it sounded different this time. Was it because it is winter and cooped up in Steph and Vinnie's basement is driving me bonkers? Could be but not sure all I know is I needed to hear that at that moment.
This is what I don't understand about men. The superficial kind. They complain they never get any or can never find a nice woman but they never take that minute to say a couple simple words like, "You are beautiful" or "I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world." Little words that carry so much weight in starting a relationship or keeping it going in an ongoing love affair. Believe me things are not perfect between Rich and I but we have a healthy appreciation for one another which allows those little words to roll off our tongues once in a while and keep the fires burning. So when I read this article today it hit a high note with me and I hope other people will take a minute to read between the lines. Men like to hear they are special too so don't forget that women!
God Bless!
Dianne
When was the last time you heard a man describe a woman with an adjective that isn’t dripping in sexual innuendos and defaming premises? When was the last time you heard a man describe a woman by something that compliments her soul and her inherent elegance? When was the last time you heard a man describe a woman as beautiful?
There’s been a loss of respect when it comes to admiring women, shifting towards describing us as objects, rather than people. Men look at women as pieces of tail, “things” to be conquered, rather than appreciating women for their individuality.
A large portion of today’s men are momentarily allured by hair extensions, large chests, big bottoms and stilettos. They think sexuality comes in the form of bronzed skin, bikini waxes and fake eyelashes. They’ve been programmed to believe that any woman with a sculpted body and perky breasts is attractive.
What about the women who don’t want to indulge in the male fantasy? What about the women who just want to wear comfortable sweaters and flats? What about the women who don’t dress to impress the opposite sex, but instead, to just feel good in their own skin? Isn’t there attractiveness in that? Isn’t there an appeal to that sense of confidence?
When did women become forced to acquiesce to this standard, or otherwise get lost in the crowd? When did getting a man mean painting on layers of makeup and investing in mini skirts?
There is a certain type of man that continually defames women, judging us solely on sex appeal, they fail to see the actual grandeur of a woman. They miss the rare moments of natural beauty and uniqueness.
They don’t recognize that “hotness” doesn’t last past midnight, when the makeup has smudged onto the pillow and the hair extensions have been taken out. It doesn’t last when the spray tans have washed away and the tight dresses have come off.
It’s not real; it’s an illusion that’s been forcing women to conform to unhealthy habits for too many years.
It’s time these men are reminded of the difference between hot and beautiful. It’s time men realize that women have more to offer than just a body.
Women are stunning creatures, with assets and traits both unique and enchanting to each one of us, and it’s time we started showcasing our individuality and stop giving in to the illusion of sexy created by man. Beauty isn’t about wanting to f*ck her; it’s about wanting to be with her.
Hot is admired from afar; beauty is to be held.
Hot is perception; beauty is appreciation.
Hot is smokey-eyed; beautiful is bare-faced.
Hot is an appearance; beautiful is more than skin deep.
Hot is the way she moans; beautiful is the way she speaks.
Hot is a strong appeal; beautiful is strong mind.
Hot is youthful; beautiful is ageless.
Hot is conventional; beauty is unique.
Hot is a one-night stand; beautiful is sleepless nights.
Hot is a state of being; beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Hot is devious; beautiful is innocent.
Hot is bending her over; beautiful is baking her blueberry pancakes.
Hot is sultry; beautiful is wholesome.
Hot is her curves; beauty is her nerves.
Hot is a text message; beautiful is a love letter.
Hot is a facade; beautiful is a woman.
Top Photo Courtesy: We Heart It
I read this on a friends facebook -page today and it hit me at home, right in my heart. I never understood and never will understand why people spend so much money on beauty to either get, keep, or whatever for a man. I think if you are yourself, the same person you were when you met someone, it can last a lifetime. Good article either way and makes you think a little. Too bad not many men will take the time to read it but I'm pretty sure the women will.
This hit me because the other night Rich and I went to dinner at our go to restaurant, The Grand Villa for our usual burritos and chips and salsa. When we got there Rich dropped me off at the door like he always does, such a gentleman. I went in and what a surprise a table was ready. It was Valentines Day so we wondered but then again it was 5:00pm so um ya. We always joke our date night is almost always The Villa and a trip to Costco, every two weeks whether we want to go or not and early like two old people trying to get the early bird special. It is our thing and we both love it neither one of us would change it for anything! Anyways back to being seated. I told the young lady 2 of us in a booth over by the bar please and she grabbed the menus and took me over there while my mind was telling me to wait for Rich but I figured he would find me. I sat there and sat there watching for him, nothing. Of course my anxiety kicked in, what if, what if, what if? I do not like public if he isn't by my side unless I am grocery shopping and then I am on an in and out mission. I could never live without this man. After what seemed like an eternity sitting there he was walking towards me with that big smile on his face while he unzipped his coat and sat down. In my usual fashion I told him I was getting worried because it took so long. I figure after so many years together you are able to say whatever comes to mind no matter what the situation. This tends to get me into trouble in so many situation but oh well I'm fifty now so deal with it. I'm not sure what excuse I used all the other years but I like saying I'm fifty for some reason. Then I asked him how he found me and he said in the most common voice ever, "I just told the lady I was with the beautiful blonde." Ahhhhh brownie points for at least a week with that one and he was going to be a happy man when we got home. Hahaha! That is too funny. Believe me it isn't like he doesn't tell me he thinks I am beautiful all the time but this was different. I looked at him and smiled and told him, "Oh my gosh you did not!!!" He was just like, "What?? Yes I did!" beaming from ear to ear. I don't know why it sounded different this time. Was it because it is winter and cooped up in Steph and Vinnie's basement is driving me bonkers? Could be but not sure all I know is I needed to hear that at that moment.
This is what I don't understand about men. The superficial kind. They complain they never get any or can never find a nice woman but they never take that minute to say a couple simple words like, "You are beautiful" or "I'm the luckiest guy in the whole world." Little words that carry so much weight in starting a relationship or keeping it going in an ongoing love affair. Believe me things are not perfect between Rich and I but we have a healthy appreciation for one another which allows those little words to roll off our tongues once in a while and keep the fires burning. So when I read this article today it hit a high note with me and I hope other people will take a minute to read between the lines. Men like to hear they are special too so don't forget that women!
God Bless!
Dianne
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