| Beauty Is In the Eye of the Beholder. |
Ive been thinking lately about the importance of beauty in society. The importance of having something to envy. (Or so maybe I was reading about it.) I remember in my younger years I had a troll on which I used to wish for two things by rubbing the jewel on his belly. The first was love and the second was to be beautiful. Isnt that sad? I was so little and that had already been planted in my brain. Be Beautiful. Be Nice. Be a Lady. I used to cry myself to sleep at night because I thought that I wouldnt get anywhere with what I had to work with. Looking back now, I think that's a shame. Maybe it's because Ive learned to work with what I have or maybe it's because Im older and wiser. But being a little girl in kindergarten and wondering why the guys all gravitated towards pretty little Jessica with the long blonde hair and only talked to me to ask to borrow a crayon really had its effects on me. I might even just be learning to get through them. I honestly cant even accept a compliment from people without being ashamed to be deserving of their "pity." Isnt it insane how my brain has been taught to work? I know that I am worth a lot more than what I look like on the outside. At the same time, I know that society usually isnt willing to look inside unless the outside looks inviting enough. But what about the other girls? The ones with genuine caring who have idea and ideals that would be beneficial to the world. When do they get their time to shine? Beauty fades. But, by the time that is realized, these girls with things to offer have began to think that what they have is not good enough and have resigned themselves to settling. All I know is, pretty or not, Im not up for that. I dont want to settle.
2003-05-15 - 2:53 p.m. |
