My mother thought of herself as a beautiful woman. I’m not sure how I knew this, but I was sure of it: she went through each day of her life with the confident certainty that her beauty was a given. She never spoke of this, and referred to it only once that I can remember. When I was a mid-range adolescent, maybe 14 or 15, and boys had begun to sniff and circle around our house, my mother said one day, out of the blue: “You definitely have the better body, but I believe that I have the prettier face.”
Even then, in my dewy youth, I thought: what a weird ass thing to say.
photos by Garry Winogrand, from his book “Women Are Beautiful”
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Yes that was a weird thing to say. But somehow not surprising to me…
Yes, that was a weird thing to say…but somehow not surprising to me.
You are beautiful too.