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I think the meaning of beauty has become distorted over the past years. I was watching Real Housewives of Miami, and there is this particular one whose catchphrase is “My husband is a plastic surgeon, and I am one of his best creations.” Honestly, to me, she is just an absolute mess and I’m so positive that she looked a lot better before. Her husband should be ashamed of himself, and in my opinion, lacks qualities of the “ideal” husband. Instead of restructuring his wife’s face, he should have accepted her as she was originally created; told her she was beautiful just the way she was. Probably if that was the case, she maybe would have been comfortable with her original quality as a woman, even if the idea was her own.
I think there is always some inner battle in many women that stems from the insecurity of being beautiful and wanting to please all eyes that may behold their person. Many of them really lack confidence within themselves as to who they are (and note I am not generalizing) and the beauty they possess – even if it’s not physical beauty. Sometimes media injects the poisonous idea that you aren’t beautiful unless your skin is absolutely flawless, unless you have big breasts, unless you’re thin, unless you have long flowing hair. Even though the methods of beautifying
(I had no idea that was an actual word, silly me) oneself differs from culture to culture, there is a similarity in the extreme degrees some women are willing to take to achieve the “idealized” form of beauty; which may or may not work for them.
I’ve been a victim of low self-esteem and a lack of confidence as who I am. Even though I’ve been told I am pretty, sometimes I’d look in the mirror and frown, wondering what people see that I obviously do not. It took me years to get over it by constantly reminding myself that I am beautiful the way I was made, that I don’t have to use make-up to accentuate my features. Even presently, there are remnants of those inner demons, which I think stem from my introversion but I try hard to ignore it; sometimes successfully and sometimes not.
Everyone has some element of beauty within them that may choose to manifest itself in different ways; whether it be through personality, conscience or gestures. Maybe it’s because of this projected idea of beauty, women view themselves negatively when their physical appearances don’t match up to it.
But, the question is what really makes you beautiful? Is it the long, thick abundance of hair that TreSemme and Pantene can give? Is it the flawless skin that many skin products claim to give (or your money back guaranteed?). Is it the thinness that some people will even turn to anorexia to get? Or does it actually stem from within instead of these superficial ideas? Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with wanting to be pretty, gorgeous or beautiful. But I don’t think it should be a case where it gets turned into straight vanity that can sometimes verge on the border of complete madness.
Beauty should come from within, in the comfort of being who you are and not caring what negative things people may say. Because in this world, even though it’s elementary knowledge, there will always be those few persons who have nothing but negative things to say. You either choose to use them as your platform to promote yourself, or as the obstacles that permanently stop you from moving forward as an individual. The latter should never be the case.
Be beautiful and proud of who you are, because it’s okay to say “Fuck You” to the world every once in a while and just be free. You are you. Be proud of that fact, because there is no one like you and you add your own sort of unique beauty.