I care more about the ass and the legs, but women go and do their hair... When he said these words, I was awaken to the depths of my own vanity. The reality of just how obsessed I am with myself. What struck me the most, is how I have all along deluded myself into believing that I do not care for beauty! In this age old lie I had been able to convince myself that a minimalist and naturalist approach to beauty meant that I was different. But I am not. I am unscrupulous in my judgement of what makes me beautiful, and the qualification of others. I, too, subscribe to the infinite Beauty Standards as imposed by society. I am as enslaved by the idea of perfection as the next girl. Sadly, the efforts of our vanity are not simply to seek favour with men, but mostly for the purpose of competing with and reducing other WOMEN! We women, are unrepentant in the pursuit of unrealistic perfections, an incentive that Men did not demand, though they appreciate it. The maintenance is daunting. In the name of beauty, we carry out routines that steal away our happiness. I find it exhausting to remember to use upward strokes when applying lotion to my legs. Just as I feel sorry for the lady who wakes up an hour earlier, so to have enough time to put on her Make Up. Meanwhile, theres the woman who wishes her diet plan did not restrict her from eating Cake. This dissatisfaction we have with ourselves disables us from loving other women and building them. We are usually the cause for each others misery. We instill a great sense of doubt and incompleteness with snide commentary and undue intimations of perceived flaws. It is in our low esteem that we find drive to destroy the confidence of others. We create high standards, just so we can prove that well, shes also not perfect. I dont see why she is so full of herself! We are pathetic! We even stoop as low as attacking each other on physical traits that are natural and sometimes inevitable. You hear women asking why another has so much stretchmarks? We say her cellulite is disgusting. We expect mothers to have a flat stomach. We suggest she finds a concealer for the spots on her face. We wonder why she never bothered to correct her crooked teeth. And if we cannot immediately spot a wrong, we are never happy about that girls attitude! Women carry a burden of hate. We refuse to acknowledged that beauty is a unique feeling that we each may experience in our own unique way. The tragedy is that by failing to love ourselves and love each other, we have created an opportunity for wicked Men take advantage of our insecurities. No portion of our bodies is spared from correction! We extend our hair We lighten our skin We pluck out our brows We outline our eyes We highlight our lips We decorate our ears We lift up our breasts We paint our nails We tie our waists We show off our hips We shave our legs We fabricate perfection, at the expense of expressing the goodness that is within us. When we finally realise that it all washes off, we loathe ourselves!
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 06:20:52 +0000
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