Being Too Beautiful and Loved
I just read the story of a British women who thinks she is too beautiful for words. I know what she means. Life is hard for the beautiful. Every day we go through our routines in the morning trying to enhance the obvious. In public people look at you adoringly. They want to be you, they want to be near you. The Brit said in bars bartenders wave off her credit cards in markets people give her flowers. I know what that is like. In public kids come up to me and rub my belly saying something about a Buddha. Bartenders wave off my credit card and say not enough. Every day is a challenge. Being a true heavy weight tends to part the crowds. I hope the day will come when people like the reporter and I can walk in public and not have to be afraid. Don't hate me because I am beautiful. There is just more of me to love.