When we are born, the most beautiful person in the world for us is our mother. While I am almost sure you don’t remember (at least not consciously) the moment of your birth, I am positive that you remember a moment of your very first years when you looked into your mother’s face with awe. If you are having a hard time picturing this, have a look at this toddler and you will get the idea. Our mother was the most beautiful creature in the world simply because she was close, familiar and – because she was ours.
This first definition of beauty rarely stays throughout our lifetime. It is molded, changed and distorted. It evolves along with our own personal ways, but also with the societal messages. From what was once a notion about closeness and intimacy, beauty is usually transformed into meeting various specific criteria.
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