For those who know me, you must know I’m so much more than
pretty. I say this because physical beauty should not be glorified or put on a
pedestal, it should not be made into something iconic because it’s out of our
control. It dehumanizes people into thinking they need to perfect even if they
are at a so-called “supermodel” status in their physical appearance. I don’t
much appreciate being called pretty because a body is simply something that
exists; people’s bodies can be appealing to other people, but qualities and
talents are what feel truly admirable to me. Hearing that my hair looks great
or my outfit is cute is so irrelevant and unnecessary if the things that are
sincerely valued by me are overlooked. This is how people get obsessed with
appearances, even if they are kind and gracious words, they only amount to something
physical and external. To hear that I am intelligent, innovative or virtuous is
much more of a compliment in my eyes. Our pretty syndrome is like the black
plague of our age, its unavoidable by most and irreversible once it has begun.
Whether we are empowered or diminished by our appearance, most of us rely on
what we look like. Why? My fundamental question is simply why? We
struggle to acquire and posses talents throughout our whole lives so we can
live and prosper, but still all we seem to think about is how this, that and
the other person look on a daily basis. By doing this, no one wins, no one is
happy. So I give up! Call me fat, skinny, ugly, pretty, perfect or terribly
flawed, because no matter what we tell ourselves all of those words, even the
ones we think are kind are myths; and the biggest myth is our notion that one is ugly or
pretty indefinitely. Beauty is not made, acquired or bred beauty is born, and
not in the face, but in the soul.
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