Beauty

You can stare at something long enough and it will become beautiful.

Because beauty is familiarity.

You are familiar with the focused photos of the models in Vogue. Photography's content celebrates physicality, and therefore forces associations of subjects with real life. When you attend a party, you tap into your memory, flashbacks of images of models, of beauty defined by others, and they transition into the standard, the criteria, the control, and are used to judge friends.

Big lips. Big hips.

Small nose. Small toes.

And the list goes on. It's all irrelevant in not the grander, but another scheme. But to our minds, all synchronized by categorized airbrushed images, it is pure relevance.

Stare at an artistic image of a shattered vase. To see a shattered vase of that same physique in real life would excite you. And you might pay money to buy the otherwise piece of trash.

Same with faces. Bodies. So let's not all mold our opinions into one, because when everyone agrees on one opinion, that opinion becomes unrightfully perceived as fact,  and all those not falling under those standards fall suffering into another warp of logic.

We are all beautiful. Physically.