WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I STOPPED BEING BEAUTIFUL?

BEAUTY AND AGING

Would you still love me if I stopped being beautiful? I don’t think people ask this because they’re insecure, I think they ask because they’ve been paying attention. You notice how differently the world treats beautiful people, how being fine can carry conversations, relationships and even opportunities, so yes, the question comes naturally.

If this beauty is doing so much work now, what happens when it stops?

Why do you only love me because I’m presentable, physically or because I look good beside you or because my beauty gives you bragging rights, because that kind of love is fragile and I’ve seen what happens when that’s the foundation.

I want you to love me because of my heart, because of my mind, because of the things I bring into your life that have nothing to do with my face. I want you to love me for what I bring to the table, not just how good I look sitting at it. Love me because I’m thoughtful, because I care deeply, because I’m intelligent and emotionally present and because I make you feel understood, safe, seen. Love me because being with me feels like something, not because I’m easy to show off.

Beauty fades, time changes your body; pregnancy, illness, exhaustion, grief, none of these things ask for permission before they rearrange you. So, what happens then? What happens when I’m no longer the version of me that turns heads? When the compliments reduce and when I don’t look like effort anymore.

If your love is attached to my appearance, then it has an expiry date and I don’t want to be in a relationship that feels like borrowed time. I want a love that survives change, a love that doesn’t panic when the mirror becomes less kind, a love that doesn’t treat my body like a responsibility I must maintain to be chosen. I want to be loved for my consistency, not my aesthetics.

The scary part is that a lot of people don’t know what they’re really loving, they think they love you, but what they love is how you make them feel in public. How you look together and how you elevate their image and that’s why people leave when bodies change. That’s why affection dries up after childbirth and attraction disappears the moment beauty stops being effortless.

So yes, I wonder sometimes, would you still love me if I stopped being beautiful? Would you still choose me when I’m no longer impressive? Would my heart still be enough if my face wasn’t doing the talking? Because one day, beauty will fade and when it does, I don’t want to start asking if I’m still worthy of love. I want to already be standing in something solid. I want a love that knows my name even when beauty stops introducing me.