Dimiss your standard of beauty
Society has chosen certain physical attributes that inherently became the symbol of beauty.
Once this standard for beauty was established, people went on to analyze their features. They began to hate themselves and to change themselves. On the contrary, the chosen ones with that random nose or lip shape or length of leg that were so admired, held their noses high.
As people obsess over the media, and size themselves up next to the standards of perfection embedded in society, precious brain potential wastes away into an empty oblivion.
This is truly sad. Even the so-called “beautiful” person with the random nose or lip shape or length of leg is suffering, too, because their identity is tied in a tight knot to their appearance. This can essentially a murder one’s self-esteem leaving a feeling of emptiness behind the “beautiful” face.
This standard for beauty and this pressure to look a certain way leads everyone to wonder what is missing in their lives… they begin to ask questions. They begin to doubt themselves.
“Is there something else that will make me feel more fulfilled? If I throw myself into a place that claims to be more accepting, will this help my mind feel love and connect with people? What can I change about myself to feel better?”
The world continues on. Daily life exposes ignorant conversation, lack of true human connection, and constant judgement based on outward appearance.
This yields yet another question: Why can’t I truly break free of society’s chains?
I have tried to connect on a personal level to many people; I’ve made many people laugh. In some cases, people would then, in turn, label my behavior as “fake.” It seems that they don’t understand why I would talk to them in a genuine manner, or simply give them a hug.
“She must be fake…”
“She seems so annoying!”
I do feel for people, I do love humans, and I am open to getting to know others. There is nothing fake about that: this is who I am.
To me, “fake” carries it’s own meaning. Fake is those who only associate themselves with me because they think I am attractive or cool. Or, they think my friends with people they would like to be friends with. It becomes difficult to decipher who actually is interested in relating to me as a human being, and who is just associating themselves for the reasons stated above.
The answer to all of these societal issues is not simple. It seems it would help if people could look beyond the images flashing before the eyes, and just be genuine.