Is beautifulness really beautiful?
Back then 30 years ago, it was dark and jealous moments when Sabine sat unheeded at the bar, while her best friend Gitti, like her 18, next to her swarmed the intrusive worshipers Sabine herself would have liked to tow herself. "I do not know how I managed not to turn my back on Gitti," she says, "the only thing that comforted me was her very bad credentials."
Who of us does not know, this uncomfortable feeling of being wiped out by a much nicer woman, fighting with envy and powerlessness when you're the little gray cloud on the edge of a dazzling rainbow. Yes, it is difficult to bear this big difference. A friend who casually rubs thick, shiny red curls behind his ear, while brushing even his lint hair on abundance, which is still naturally lean at age 50, while you can not decide between strict diet and frustrated-sweaty Dauerstrampelei on the crosstrainer. Anyone who enters the room immediately makes it vibrate while shouting his throat hoarsely for the waiter to pay you for it. Life is so unfair!
All glamor and glamor seems to fly to beauty
Beautiful babies are caressed more often as babies, they are teacher's favorite at school, and when they grow up, they either become "Germany's Next Top Model" or already twice as lucrative at the age of 30, that they only breed orchids, collect beautiful works of art, In any case, only have to press for fun. All the glitz and glamor in life, it seems, flies to beautiful women like pollen, while we, the less beautiful, have to fight for everything. To men, to jobs, to be noticed. To the crumbs that are left of the cream cake, on which our beautiful girlfriend no longer has an appetite.
A reason to be angry with envy green, to quarrel with a bad fate, to avoid any contact with visually favored women as the vampire the sunshine? On the contrary, just because we look mediocre to okay, we have the much better cards in the long term. Because we need to develop fighting spirit, strength, power and creativity. And since we can not count on our optical radiance, we develop alternatives - convince bosses with bite and creativity, seduce men with wit and Gutzuhörenkönnen when beautiful women turn away bored and polish their French Nails. Smart men appreciate that, and we can do without the stupid ones.
Okay, the Angelina Jolies among us get more attention, do not have to change dirty tires and probably have never brought a beer crate. Beauty, according to the psychologist Heide Gerdts, is a sure amplifier for a "narcissistic intake", it signals self-esteem, it confirms.
But the danger lurks just in their safety. Of course, beautiful women often succumb to the temptation to rest on their beauty, to live the relaxed-lazy number. Because it's just easier to stand by and be admired than to make an effort to sweat and maybe fail. But this is the only way we can develop a character who will carry us into later years, aging us with dignity.
Because here is the nature again fair, each of us every day one day older, we all crumple, with us all puts this nasty Fettkringel around the waist, and no matter how we fight against sports and diet, as well as with 20, 30 or even 40, we do not look like 50 anymore. And then it is a question of personality and optical height of the drop how well we can handle this loss. Now we are all responsible for our face and what we have achieved so far in life. Whether we live like Gitti on the money of our ex-men or how Sabine are happily married and have two children. "Gitti is still looking for the perfect man," says Sabine, "while I'm fortunate enough to realize that Martin is not mistaken for George Clooney in the dark, but is the right partner for my life. that I never shared the Red Sea. "
Those who rest on their beauty will curse age
Because that's the curse of beauty - it burns so bright, it makes so deceptively safe and sometimes complacent that the shock and despair when it stops, are much larger than women who could never rest on their appearance.
Iris, 51, who passes as Hannelore-Elsner-Double, enjoyed it until the late 40s, the men's breath holding her for seconds when she stood in front of them, the erotic power she took for granted.Until Iris, shortly before her 50th birthday, had a flat tire, approached a car and as usual, the driver (male, attractive, her age) asked for eye relief. "Call ADAC or get your fingers dirty," he said and continued. A shock. "The security of achieving everything through my looks was gone, and that made me very insecure, I was determined not to be so self-loving, and was amazed at how hard it was for me." But even if a beautiful woman actually dares to venture into other areas, to become a brain surgeon or to save the rainforest, we exclaim in unison: "Wait a minute, here you are not part of! Here we are! Do not fight this place too! "
Beautiful women, who do not just want to be beautiful, are often stuck between the mutenitis of other women and the reduction to the subject of lust by men. If they are not only beautiful, but also professors of biochemistry, they can scare off to impotence. So, while we can slip into almost any role we enjoy, the beautiful woman remains stuck in her immaculate perfection, admired, envied and often very lonely. Of course, none of us is thrilled to discover the first wrinkles in the "unfavorable" light of the bathroom mirror, unable to breathe in old jeans, to miss exactly the male whistles that used to bother us so much, but we have other things to look forward to we can access. For example, girlfriends who feel the same way. Humor to laugh about it anyway. How do you say so right? Beautiful women are good for a short while, while good women are beautiful for a lifetime.
