Fighting For Flawlessness
At what point did we all start looking into the mirror and seeing ourselves etched with a million flaws?
It's absolutely amusing that we all strive everyday to fit into this mould of perfection - whether to please someone else, or just to nullify our own dissatisfaction. Yet I can't remember the day when I started looking at myself and pointing out my flaws. And I especially can't remember the day before that - when the world was so much simpler.
It's a seemingly endless battle and I wonder if we are ever satisfied. I wonder about people who undergo great pains to 'fix' themselves. An episode of Sex And The City inspired this thought, where Samantha undergoes some reconstructive surgery. It only opened doors to future 'improvements' - lipo, augmentation, the works! Closing the door on one flaw opens the door to another. And man is never satisfied.
The humour in the situation? To some people you are a portrait of beauty but to others you are an object to be veiled, hidden from gawking eyes of their worlds. More like irony than humour. The humour is found in the fact that no matter how many people describe you as that portrait of beauty, the tendency is to believe that you deserve to be veiled. Or is that irony once again?
The battle continues as I try to fight the rising apprehensions. I fight every day to shed myself of these questions and those eyes that see only the worst. I'm only trying, poorly I must say, to follow advice. These words of wisdom were offered by a faculty member during a speech at my college orientation program: to look into the mirror and be happy with what you see. At the moment I thought perhaps he was trying to be metaphorical. Yet his preceding statement cleared any such doubt. It was meant to be taken in the most literal sense. So much easier said than done though, don't you think?
In an age where external flawlessness is given just as much importance as internal flawlessness, I wonder, how many of us will really survive?
Do you have what it takes to walk down the runway, answer the questions that need to be answered and flaunt your beauty? And how many of us will be crowned at end of this beauty pageant that is our life? Or will there be only one crowing glory?
So tell me.. can you handle it?
It's absolutely amusing that we all strive everyday to fit into this mould of perfection - whether to please someone else, or just to nullify our own dissatisfaction. Yet I can't remember the day when I started looking at myself and pointing out my flaws. And I especially can't remember the day before that - when the world was so much simpler.
It's a seemingly endless battle and I wonder if we are ever satisfied. I wonder about people who undergo great pains to 'fix' themselves. An episode of Sex And The City inspired this thought, where Samantha undergoes some reconstructive surgery. It only opened doors to future 'improvements' - lipo, augmentation, the works! Closing the door on one flaw opens the door to another. And man is never satisfied.
The humour in the situation? To some people you are a portrait of beauty but to others you are an object to be veiled, hidden from gawking eyes of their worlds. More like irony than humour. The humour is found in the fact that no matter how many people describe you as that portrait of beauty, the tendency is to believe that you deserve to be veiled. Or is that irony once again?
The battle continues as I try to fight the rising apprehensions. I fight every day to shed myself of these questions and those eyes that see only the worst. I'm only trying, poorly I must say, to follow advice. These words of wisdom were offered by a faculty member during a speech at my college orientation program: to look into the mirror and be happy with what you see. At the moment I thought perhaps he was trying to be metaphorical. Yet his preceding statement cleared any such doubt. It was meant to be taken in the most literal sense. So much easier said than done though, don't you think?
In an age where external flawlessness is given just as much importance as internal flawlessness, I wonder, how many of us will really survive?
Do you have what it takes to walk down the runway, answer the questions that need to be answered and flaunt your beauty? And how many of us will be crowned at end of this beauty pageant that is our life? Or will there be only one crowing glory?
So tell me.. can you handle it?
posted by Melanie at 6:38 PM
1 Comments:
wow...this def makes me think twice..
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