Post by notfromthiscentury on Jul 28, 2016 20:50:43 GMT -8
What is beauty?
The dictionary defines it as
Beauty-
a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight.
But what is it really?
What defines that one word?
That little word that means so much.
It impacts so many of us, most of the time without us even realizing it at all.
We set such standards for ourselves. Tell ourselves we aren't pretty enough.
But who's to say we aren't?
Why do we have to live up to these 'supermodel standards'?
These unrealistic standards of beauty that only portray one body type.
One way to look.
But why?
Why does someone have to be size zero to fit in with all of society?
Why can't someone be considered 'flawless' and have curves?
And how are curves of fat on someone's chest considered to be 'beautiful' and 'sexy' when not even a foot lower and they would be considered 'unwanted' and 'unattractive'?
Why does someone need to have these thoughts of fake beauty permanently seared into their mind by the fashion industry of what they should look like?
The fashion industry makes me feel so small by telling me I’m too big?
How is that their right? To tell me what way my body should turn and be shaped. What qualities are we lacking that confine us to the purgatory of "not pretty enough?”
Why do I have to be classified as a certain "body type"? My entire being is much too complex to be summed up in phrases such as "hourglass", or "figure eights"
Molding, filing, cutting, filling, shaping; why do we do these to our bodies? Why do we subject ourselves to these cruel modifications, change whatever that higher power up there gave to us? Changing the way that we were meant to be.
Why are we never pleased with ourselves?
I just want to be me. I want to go out and look up into the eyes of society without fear and say, “This is me, I will not change”
Because beauty is all the fantastic things we are, not all the things we are not.
The dictionary defines it as
Beauty-
a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight.
But what is it really?
What defines that one word?
That little word that means so much.
It impacts so many of us, most of the time without us even realizing it at all.
We set such standards for ourselves. Tell ourselves we aren't pretty enough.
But who's to say we aren't?
Why do we have to live up to these 'supermodel standards'?
These unrealistic standards of beauty that only portray one body type.
One way to look.
But why?
Why does someone have to be size zero to fit in with all of society?
Why can't someone be considered 'flawless' and have curves?
And how are curves of fat on someone's chest considered to be 'beautiful' and 'sexy' when not even a foot lower and they would be considered 'unwanted' and 'unattractive'?
Why does someone need to have these thoughts of fake beauty permanently seared into their mind by the fashion industry of what they should look like?
The fashion industry makes me feel so small by telling me I’m too big?
How is that their right? To tell me what way my body should turn and be shaped. What qualities are we lacking that confine us to the purgatory of "not pretty enough?”
Why do I have to be classified as a certain "body type"? My entire being is much too complex to be summed up in phrases such as "hourglass", or "figure eights"
Molding, filing, cutting, filling, shaping; why do we do these to our bodies? Why do we subject ourselves to these cruel modifications, change whatever that higher power up there gave to us? Changing the way that we were meant to be.
Why are we never pleased with ourselves?
I just want to be me. I want to go out and look up into the eyes of society without fear and say, “This is me, I will not change”
Because beauty is all the fantastic things we are, not all the things we are not.