The first time I heard Jason Mraz's song "The Beauty in Ugly," I stopped dead in my tracks. My jaw dropped. What. A. Fabulous. Song. Where have you been all my life? Though this song is most often associated with the show "Ugly Betty" I thought it could have been written just for me. That is an unabashedly cheesy statement, but I've decided I don't care.
The Beauty in Ugly
she's so big hearted,
but not so remarkable
just an ordinary humble girl
expecting nothing as we're made to think
its a pretty person's world
but you are beautiful and you better go show it
so go look again, you gotta be true to your own
if you really wanna go to the top
do you really wanna win?
don't believe in leaving normal, just to satisfy demand
well if you wanna get free
and if you wanna do the passionate thing
and if you wanna get smart for the sake of your heart
you should own your name and stand up tall
and get real and see the beauty in ugly
well you are fresh, you're face is fabulous
don't forget you're one of a kind
when nobody's checking the deeds you've done
and nobody's hearing your cries
you make all the fashion statements
just by dressing up your mind
I started thinking about beauty. How is it defined, and by whom? There is Hollywood beauty, supermodel beauty, there's even the Dove soap ads that tell us that we're all beautiful in some way. What about the beauty in sunsets? Songs? In a well stitched suture? In a job well done? In a crisis endured? In a book that speaks to you? What about beauty in a friend's laughter? In loneliness? I'm off to find out...
Friday, January 1, 2010
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