120 philosophical essays you must read in your life

Chapter 13

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[France] George Sand

I am physically fit, and it was shown as a child that I was going to be a beauty, but it turned out to be unexpected.There may be some fault on my part, for in those prime years I studied and wrote all night long.Both my parents were born with outstanding talents, and my daughter should not have degenerated.My mother, who puts looks above everything else, blamed me a lot for this.I never pay attention to grooming appearance.Because of my cleanliness, I am even more reluctant to paint.

In order to protect a pair of bright eyes, you give up your work, and you avoid the sun when the beautiful sun attracts you; you dare not wear wooden shoes because you are worried about the deformation of the back of your feet; you wear gloves all day long to protect the delicate, white and tender hands; When you work hard, you are pampered.In short, to keep myself under a bell jar in order not to tan and wrinkle, to preserve my appearance until old age came, was something I could never do.Compared with my mother, my grandmother is even worse.Her nagging about hats and gloves was my great childhood annoyance.Although I have no intention of rebellion, coercion has never brought me into submission.My brilliance is short-lived, but my beauty has nothing to do with me.Though I have regular features, it never occurred to me to impart the slightest expression to my face.I acquired this habit almost in the cradle, which I can't explain myself, so I was "foolish" from an early age.I use the word bluntly because throughout my life, as a child, in convents, among family members, that's what they've thought, and it's true.

【Together with you】

When I was young, I was no different from ordinary people. I had hair, eyes, teeth, and no children?When will I be able to discipline myself and develop good habits so that I can deal with these people with ease, how much I will do for them as much as they give me?If I want to respect myself and have people respect me, then I should show people how I am now.I am now only bartering my poverty with their wealth; but my heart is tens of millions of miles away from their shameful hearts.Is it possible that my soul is in heaven and they want to use small favors or small gestures of contempt as a means of reaching my soul? "

A fighter with flaws is a fighter after all, and a perfect fly is just a fly after all.

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