For the longest time, I judged a woman’s beauty by what was visible to my eyes. I focused on a woman’s face, hair, body, and mannerisms to decide if she was beautiful enough to be worth the chase, but oftentimes she possessed nothing beyond that initial flash of external beauty, nothing that could provide for a lifelong pair bond. Recently, I’ve noticed a second type of beauty that has escaped me in the past, one that, instead of creating feelings of lust and excitement within me, instead creates a feeling of calm and peacefulness. This type of beauty is only possessed by a woman who have been graced by God.
The beauty that creates instant excitement
Most women today have spent hundreds of hours, and tens of thousands of dollars, on optimizing their appearance. They purchase clothing that hides their natural body lumps to appear more “sexy.” They watch countless makeup tutorials on YouTube created by homosexual men to apply clown paint in imaginative ways. They undergo minor plastic surgery in the form of lip filler and Botox injections, even in their early 20s. They dye their hair or alter its natural waves and curls through chemical treatments. They mimic the mannerisms and body language of the popular women on Instagram who are living a virtual life. And they tack on fake nails and eyelashes. All these modifications are done in front of the eye of the mirror or front-facing smartphone camera, causing her to look potentially beautiful only from a narrow viewing angle when a specific range of light is applied. In other words, a woman spends a big part of her life to look good for a particular style of selfie, whether it be her face or—in the case she has a gym membership—her rear end. Her image is blasted onto hyperspace for men to admire, and it is often enough to gain the superficial adoration that she so desperately craves.
When you meet a worldly female in semi-dark lighting where she faces you from the correct angle, you feel immediate lust, especially if she is not overweight. You covet her. You want to take her to bed and fornicate with her to feel ecstasy with such an obviously beautiful creature. Yet beyond the moment of orgasm with her, she will have nothing else to offer. In fact, she will extract value from your life because her beauty is not just for you—it’s for everyone, unlike the gift of virginity, which is preserved for the one man who will be her husband. Because she cannot gain the ideal man she believes she deserves—for you are just a temporary distraction on that search—she decides that quantity will fulfill her.
When a worldly woman ends up in a “relationship,” the result is quite perverse. She will not nurture you or cook for you. She will not be honorable or honest. She will act as if she’s single, and fight with you when you remind her that she is not. You will be in her presence and she will be on her phone a quarter of the time, not texting her mother but examining the analytics of her latest selfie upload. The external beauty that you craved from her was more than sufficient for a night of sex, but like a wildfire in a dry forest, it burns out rather quickly, leaving you wanting for a better woman.
The beauty that most men miss
Then there is the girl who has only average external beauty. She does not turn heads and does not immediately create lust within a man. I met such a girl last year when walking through a Polish city. It happened after my turn to God. The girls I had previously seen as beautiful were no longer beautiful to me, even though they looked the same. I had stopped going to night venues and stopped attempting to fornicate. Even during the day, when the odds of meeting a “good” girl are highest, I took no action.
One afternoon, I walked past a tram stop. To my left, I saw a plain girl sitting on a bench. She had a dress that went down to her ankles, with hardly any visible skin showing beside her face, certainly nothing to titillate. I felt an immediate urge to talk to her, and since the game habit of approaching random females had not yet subsided within me like it has now, I walked up to her. I asked her for a café that was open, since it was a major holiday and most establishments were closed. She knew of a place and offered to walk me there.
After a three-minute walk, we stopped in front of a café and had a chat. I suppose that she didn’t mind missing the tram to catch the next one. I looked at her face, which was pleasant but average. It did not appear that she had on any makeup. I got to know her a bit, and when she talked, I felt a quiet calm, as if I could just stare at her and enjoy her presence without any concern for the actual meaning of her words. Something was flowing from within her, not so much a beaming radiance, but a graceful essence. Every word she uttered was pleasing to my ears. I suspected I knew why this was the case.
“Do you go to church often?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “I’ve become more religious than my parents.”
She entered direct communion with God at a young age, and so has received a strong dose of His grace. This grace does not come in the form of external beauty that is perceived sexually and lustfully, but a fountain of inner beauty that is perceived by the soul. Just sitting beside her in silence, I imagined, would be enough to feel this grace. Her fire is that of a modest candle; hot to the touch but longer lasting than the raging fire of a girl who is perceived by all to be “hot.”
I asked her if she had a boyfriend, and she said yes, and I ended the conversation in a polite manner. Even though nothing substantial came from this interaction, I concluded that God repaired my antenna for attraction just like He did my mental outlook and behavior. The type of girl who was unwanted by me in the past is now wanted, and the girl who was most wanted by me is now unwanted.
Since meeting the girl in Poland, I have traveled through the biggest cities of America and spent months in the Washington D.C. area. I have not encountered many girls like her. That’s no surprise since the world is full of girls who follow the trends of the day that are disseminated by the oligarchs through smartphones. They apply the trends to their body and life, wholly ignoring God and why He gave them life. They display a manipulated—even vulgar—form of beauty back to the world, mainly through photos and videos. If she wears makeup like other girls, wears clothing like other girls, and stares at her newest iPhone as if she were a zombie like other girls, she is not for one man, but all men who are under a spell of lust and passion that is disseminated, manipulated, and controlled by the same trendmakers she follows.
There are women who have resisted the mandates of the trendmakers, and have maintained or renewed their relationship with God, but they are few and far between. They will miss out on many worldly pleasures and enjoyments, and will never have 10,000 horny internet followers, but they will have something that the trend-followers don’t: inner beauty. It will be flowing from them, visible to others who have been graced in the same manner. You’ll know a woman of this type not when you see it, but when you feel it.
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