This post was inspired by the wonderful Every Word You Say‘s amazing post. Go check it out!
If you’re a regular reader, you should know that I don’t often talk about my disability – not because I hate talking about it, but because I don’t see (har har har) the point. I’m not someone who makes it their life goal to help people with disabilities improve their life, because my motto is “Carry on through it all, because that’s the best you can do.”
But Amy inspired me, as she often does, to talk about this.
I can’t see.
“NO WAY, ELM! It’s not like we didn’t know, or anything!”
Yeah, yeah, but the point is: I can’t see faces. I can’t see bodies, only the vague outline of them.
So, I can’t judge people in terms of beauty.
I have no concept of what beauty looks like, or what ugliness looks like. I go by the sound of someone’s voice, or their words, or the way they speak to me. I go by their personality.
Personalities can be beautiful, too. But this is my life. I’m not unhappy, really, because it’s better.
Some people say it’s sad that I can’t see what a beautiful person looks like.
The thing is, I can.
I see their personality, not their looks, and I’m happy about it.
Someone who can’t see ME can still call me beautiful. I can still call someone beautiful.
Because everyone is, in their own way, at least to me.
I’m starting to accept that. I want people to realise that this thing you call beauty is what you make it. I judge people when someone tells me of a physical feature they have, which is utterly stupid. I don’t KNOW what it looks like, so I shouldn’t.
Like I said, I often can’t stand talking about this because I sound pretentious. I’m not an inspirational person; I don’t care about my disability.
When you can’t see faces, though, you see people differently.
I’m glad of that.
Thank you for reading 🙂
What do you think? What do you think beauty is? Do you like me talking about things like this, and would you like to see more of it?
From Elm 🙂