Lol... I'm a 6' tall scandavian chick who grew up in SE Asia. My ideal of feminine beauty (aka what I would want to look like/ aspire to) is something I will never be... Cause I'm never gonna be a tiny, fine boned, feisty Japanese chick.
((Cartman voice: I'm not fat! I'm just big boned!... LOL. Actually, I am fat right now. But even runway thin I'm all angles & curves. I'll never have the catlike bone structure I find so sexy.))
Upside... That's only my ideal. I love and adore the way other people from all over the world look. I think it's fascinating that our spirits and our minds are all housed in these very different / very much the same/ gorgeous, amazing bodies. I see beauty in most people. Visual artist. I look at people and see who they were, who they will be, who they could be, who they want to be. Different ages, styles, walks of life. It's like a flowing montage of images that follow people around.
August Rodin is my absolute favorite sculptor of all time. He sees. Moreover, he can make nearly anyone see. The woman, ravaged by time and experience, the young girl still inside her. And the beauty that is in both. I can, and have, just stared at his work for hours. And the more I look? The more I see. Beauty emerging from darkness, wrath hidden inside a pretty vessel, hopes, dreams, passions, loss. God, I simply love his work. Beauty in so many unexpected places. Like life. It just takes being able to see it.
I've dated so many different kinds of people... Just focusing on the aesthetics for a moment... Skin ranging from that beautiful blue black sheen, to molten chocolate, sunlit teak, caramel, red bronze, creamy pale, blossom pink. Slashed & burned with scars, constellations of freckles, smooth, rough, broken, mended. Hair that feels like silk, or velvet, to twisted curls, straw, spun glass or wire. Shaved, braided, loose. Muscles inter playing under skin... From so strong they don't make sense in my mind, or whipcord that should never be as strong as it is, and is always 3x that, to soft & gentle, untested or done served their time. Bones that make my own look slight, to delicate structure so fine I'm afraid of breaking them. Planes, angles, fine lines... To curves and sensuous lines blending one Ito the other. The only commonality? Eyes that laugh, spark, gleam. People are beautiful. Of all kinds.