I’ve never been a particularly beautiful woman – nor have I cared to take that identity on. I don’t know what it’s like to identify as beautiful or what it’s like to manage all that comes with a lot of physical attractiveness. It seems to come with a bit of baggage (as does everything, of course.) But certainly when someone responds only to your physical beauty, it’s hard to know if they’re seeing anything more than an image.
Many people see beauty as something that they need to possess. When you’re beautiful, people will work to own you in some way. This line here makes me feel like Ophelia’s linking her beauty with truth and in a sense, defending her beauty. She’s acknowledging that she possesses it and defending its virtue.
I like to look at beautiful people as much as the next person but I wouldn’t say beauty comes with any particular virtues. It does come with privileges and it does come with risks.
I guess it would be good to have some honesty on hand for recognizing those moments.