Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Dangerous Beauty... part one
I look around me and I see women putting themselves through absolute hell to reach and maintain a beauty ideal that isn't even remotely based on reality. We're a product of mass brain washing...
The media bombards us daily with images of what we're supposed to look like. They show us an ideal form that most of us can't even begin to hope to attain.
Actresses and models - our visual rolemodels have personal trainers, diets a pampered racehorse would find restrictive (usually prepared for them by a chef), a fleet of hair stylists, makeup artists, clothing designers, dressers, plastic surgeons, foundation garments that lift, seperate, grind together push pull tape and tug their bodies into the "perfect" most desireable configuratation. ....The images we see on our screens and in our magazines are polished within an inch of their lives before they make it to the screen, expertly lit and shot and then taken into computers and every flaw imagined and real is airbrushed out before we see them and then they're held up as "the norm" what a real woman should look like....
We see these images...they become our emotional holy grail.
Men want them (I'm writing this from a female heterocentric perspective I know men have their own visual demons)...women want to be them and both are doomed to disappointment because they're chasing illusions. They're questing for phantoms created on a computer screen...or on the operating table..or in the makeup chair.
How can the average woman/mother/teenager even begin to hope to live up to such a rarified ideal? We have only ourselves to rely on...no support crews of groomers...usually limited budgets.. and photoshopping just isn't usefull when you're walking around on the street.
Normal people ....regular every day folks...have wrinkles...they have expressions...they have flaws..they have flab...gravity works.
And in each and every form there is some beauty..simply because that is the person as time made them.
I'd like to think that we're more than the sum of our parts.
I know that I'm more than just a collection of body parts - hell if it came down to just my body parts by todays standards I would be one of the most unlovable people on the planet - I'm morbidly obese, I have scars, no breasts to speak of (and what I have are proof positive that gravity works), my hair is an unruly mess of half curly half straight reddish mud brown. I wear glasses, I have uneven teeth, I'm plain as toast without butter and I'm short.
Housed in that less than cosmo perfect shell is a sharp mind a warped sense of humor a loyal heart, a smidge of talent and a collection of skills that I'm beginning to note are not commonplace.
Yes, I have image issues...mostly brought on by people treating me like a second class citizen. Some brought on because despite being a semi-rational human being I buy into the hype. It's hard to feel like a human being when people turn their noses up at you.
then part of me questions..what's wrong with simply being as god and time made you?