We have become not beautiful people, but beautiful legs, walking bellies, wobbling waists, inviting pleasure lovers. Our girls have long forgotten that there is something unique and irreplaceable in a person. We see faces, but not the soul.
I would like to draw your attention to what we lack - on dignity that we will not have, no matter how many clothes we put on ourselves, no matter how hard we try to be modern and keep up with fashion.
Man is the only creature capable of realizing his own beauty and consciously wanting to become more beautiful. In fact, the creature called "man" is the only one really beautiful. He is not lacking in anything and he does not need to add anything. Any change, no matter how small, transforms it, raises or lowers it by an order that does not belong to it.
Take women and cosmetics. Beauty cannot be bought, it is impossible to acquire - it simply exists or it does not exist. Any attempt to fake it turns into a caricature that a person makes of himself. Changing your image is like a masquerade ball at which a person puts on some kind of mask depending on the circumstances and goes out with it to people, not being himself, not wanting to be himself. After all, hiding behind some kind of mask, put on every morning on the face - this will certainly teach a person to be a split personality, which too many of us are. Cosmetics is a new image in which women want to appear in front of people; it is an attempt to be different, to change your attitude towards others. That is, this state of deception …
We always want to please others, we always feel the need to stand out. It doesn't matter at what cost. We always need to see that the eyes of others are fixed on us, we always want to see ourselves desirable or even envious. We are no longer able to look at ourselves and judge ourselves - the eyes of another have become the measure of our life. The same humiliating crowd standard, obliging to have a certain waist, a certain height, a certain lack of clothing that would cover a little more than the minimum of common sense. Maybe even less.
As soon as a person begins to take the first steps in life, he must imitate. It all starts with a Barbie doll, which with each passing year becomes more nude and more sensual. So here is the first reference, the first sample for girls; as for boys, they are helped to develop a taste for pleasure, for naughty girls! And that poor little girl who bears the "curse" to be a little fuller, a little stronger than the created one.
However, the groaning is just beginning! The catalogs, increasingly unforgiving, teach women how to dress in order to actually be as naked as possible. They teach that clothes, in the end, should not make us more beautiful, but should "scream", attracting the eyes of others. What should be seen is the body, human flesh, which has a tremendous need for pleasure. And clothing is a simple adjuvant (a substance that enhances or prolongs the effect of drugs), an irreplaceable assistant. The crowd imposes rules on our children with the help of all kinds of fashion magazines, and children obey almost unconsciously and even happy when they are dictated to them how to dress … in order to please people.
Summer is the time when fashion brings meat to the market; everyone puts on the counter what they have the best. And who refuses this game, he risks being thrown out of the list of pleasures of this world.
We have become not beautiful people, but beautiful legs, sexy, breathtaking and degrading. We have become walking bellies, wobbling waists, simply inviting pleasure lovers. Our girls have long forgotten that what is unique and irreplaceable in a person is his image, not his legs. We have forgotten how to look into the eyes of another. We see faces on which everything is written, faces with eyes in which the soul has long disappeared. Unfortunately, we even developed a reflex to look at a person, starting from the middle, from the waist.
If a girl fails this exam, she no longer has any chance of joining the ranks of our modern world.
We undress before there is a "need" to be undressed. We thoughtlessly throw ourselves into a whirlpool of shameful passions, without calculating the consequences of this. We let other people's views color ourselves, not thinking that sin begins first of all in thought and is committed first in the heart. We do not understand that the overwhelming majority of others will not be able to see our “I”, what we really are, if they look at our nakedness, but will turn us into humiliating objects of their pleasures, into the characters of their dreams and imagination, a sick person, dirty and vulgar.
But, unfortunately, most of the girls just want this. They want to be desired. Here it is no longer possible to speak even of the superiority that a person can have in comparison with an animal. All the time while you turn your body into a “shooting range” for shooting all kinds of passions at it, you should not wait for anything else but a minute of death. The minutes when this body ends in a pitiful, deplorable way in that "beauty" that only worms and the earth will appreciate, making us all the same without distinction.
If your soul is not pure and not beautiful, then no matter how hard the person tries, the body will not be beautiful either. At the most, it will be attractive, sexy, desirable for those who see nothing but bodies and want nothing but bodies.
A purely human example also comes to mind: the actresses of the 1940s had something special, something that the current ones do not have … They had a special beauty, a light that illuminated their entire being. Without nudity and without provoking anyone, they attracted attention, and you felt that they were really some kind of special.
This "something" is not today not only on screens, but almost everywhere around! Nudity no longer shows us a woman, but only her body. We no longer care about the radiance of her eyes, about the beauty of her image - we blindly only want to contemplate her body or possess it, we want her nakedness, which will vainly try to fill the emptiness of our body and soul.
But what should we do if a woman wants everything to be so? What if she wants to be humiliated to a vile bestial condition? What if even her makeup smooths out this way of luring a man into a pitiful web in which he lusts for her body?
Let's go back to the past … You will object to me that those were different times and the culture of those times was different … But you must understand that I also do not suggest women to walk in capes of a kilometer length or wrapped in the blackest bedspreads. I urge women to be decency, modesty, and dignified. I urge them not to enter the stage of public seduction. I know that women want recognition of their beauty and harmony. But if Someone gave such a body to a woman, then do not give it to everyone, always and everywhere.
How many times has a modern woman gone out into the street, or who knows where more likely to be undressed than dressed, perhaps even wanting to attract as many glances as possible so that she could be caressed by as many eyes of the opposite sex as possible? She never thought for a minute that there was fornication in the imagination, maybe as dirty as carnal? How many times do we expose ourselves for the intellectual and moral fornication of others, spectators, people whom we do not know at all?
If your heart is pure, then your clothes will be worthy, not turning you into a target for the passions of this world.
So when will we start looking for the beauty of the soul? How long will we continue to ignore exactly what really matters?