19/07/2013 10:53 BST | Updated 17/09/2013 06:12 BST

If Beauty Is in the Eye of the Beholder - Who Is the Beholder of Truth

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A video advertising campaign by Dove, has been circling on the www, which exposed how our perception of ourselves is not necessarily true. The women participants were being sketched by forensic artist according to their own description and then in the opinion and illustration of somebody who had only spent 5-10min with them. Without exception - from what the video presented - sketch 2 was more accurate than the one portrayed by the actual women and in their own words.

How can we see ourselves worse than we truly are and compared to those who hardly know us?

Perhaps next we could ask:

How did I stop seeing the real me?

I had a photo shoot with an amazing photographer from Australia recently. I have had photos of me taken by some renowned names in the business but this was a whole totally different league - no make up artists to cover anything up and no hair stylists to fiddle with the hair to make it look the way it does not look in real life, no mirrors to check if I looked 'right', no striking poses just me being me. At the end I exclaimed I looked better in the photos than in real life.

Is it possible that this tender photographer captured the true beauty within me, which is not something I always or even often chose to see?


Would it be an overstatement if it were said that every young woman has an image of what the 'man of her dreams' looks like? I did.

He 'had' to be tall, dark haired and a set of deep green eyes were a must. I even went as far as defining certain details of his body parts - long fingers and full lips were compulsory, brilliant teeth went without saying and his back side narrow and preferably sticking out a bit - think coffee bean!

Outside of the physical requirement realm 'my prince charming' had to be clever, great sense of humour and a well-to-do guy (where did I pick up this notion that men should be providers?).

This 'package' of my somewhere-out-there-in-the-wide-world-man, I carried well passed my teens. Yet, each cell in my body was whispering something different, posing some profound questions to my imagery requirements.

• What if this handsome stallion of a man that I am yet to meet was to hit me - would I still chose to be with him?

• What if He were to cheat on me, would he still top my charts?

• And what if he were unreliable, liar, cynical, sexist, misogynist, pervert, racist, selfish, no integrity?

• What if he didn't truly honour me and didn't feel the same heartfelt honour towards all women?

So if God had a tall, dark, green eyed man who lacked inherent qualities in one hand, and a short, blond, brown eyed, your less than average in what the world brands as beautiful but tender, caring, sensitive man holding me in deep esteem, which hand would my finger pick?

Let's face it - we have all opted at one time or another for what the eye sees as opposed to what the heart feels, hears and sees.

I know, I know - a heart hears and sees you ask?