Beauty is no more than a mask worn by the general population to hide personalities that would otherwise be rejected by any person left in the world that has sense. But even those with the greatest beauty are, at times, forced to expose themselves. The question is, would those people with sense accept them? Would the few left that are not hiding themselves accept the one that was so attached to appearance that they had to be pried from their hiding place? The answer is no. People cannot change who they are by simply changing their face. Even though by removing their masks they are essentially divulging their souls to society, they are involuntarily doing so. Therefore, no matter what they like to believe, they are still shallow, appearance-loving individuals void of any sense.
A good friend of mine wrote this, and I wanted to share it with the world. Her view of beauty should inspire us all.
Behold the beauty that is known as me.
I am in no terms absolutely beautiful.
But I believe that I have moments when beauty comes to mind.
I believe that I have beauty in my character,
and in my opinion some days my face is beautiful,
if you think i sound self-centered I don’t mean it to sound that way.
In my opinion every person has something beautiful about them.
It may not be their looks, or character. It could be anything.
It is said that “beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.”
So I guess it all depends who’s point of view you are going by.
Beauty can be found in the detours and the mistakes in life.
I found that detours aren’t always bad, and sometimes the view is better.
So the road has a lot more twists and turns because,
you had to take the route through the countryside but..
I think the curves in the road make it fun.
What does the main road hold?
A straight road, with less surprises and little scenery.
Yeah it’s quicker, and it gets you where you are going but..
It sounds boring, maybe not to everyone but it does to me.
Beauty in life can be found where you least expect it.
A woman who wasn’t ready for a child, accidentally gets pregnant,
one year later the beauty found in her baby’s smile is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. It’s not what she expected at all.
A man in love with a woman, can describe her as beautiful. He’s not necessarily talking about her body, or looks. He usually means the woman as a whole, everything this woman is. But what one man sees as beautiful, his friend may not see what the man in love does.
Lots of people see a lot of beauty in the world when they are in love, but you don’t have to be in love to see the world as beautiful. Just look around, there may be a lot wrong in the world but the beauty is there. If you take time to look, actually look, not just a passing glance, there are many beautiful things in this world.
alright thats my piece for tonight.
Make a plan to love me.
Kathy.
What Is Beauty?
In every society, past or present, there has been one characteristic that affects the average person’s outlook in life. From corsets in the 1800’s to pin-up girls in the 1950’s, beauty has been, and always will be, forefront in the minds of the population. No matter what background a person may come from their definition of beauty influences the way they perceive others. The Bluest Eye, a book by Toni Morrison, touches on many issues revolving around the subject of beauty. The book tells the tale of a girl who, because of other characters in the book, succumbs to society’s stance on beauty, which at the time was having blue eyes.
The Bluest Eye, a book about a young girl, Pecola, who desperately wishes to be indisputably beautiful, talks a great deal about the affects that words have on adolescent black girls. From birth, Pecola’s mother degraded her daughter by making remarks about her outward appearance. However, Pecola’s mother was not the only one to look down upon the girl and express it vocally. When in school the other children her age treated her as an outcast. The boys in the school would dance around her singing “Black e mo. Black e mo. Ya daddy sleeps nekked.” Black e mo was a term given to citizens whose skin was darker than that of other black people. At the time this book takes place, beauty was considered to be blonde, white girls with blue eyes. Granted, because of this, we come to the realization that there was no way that she would ever be considered beautiful by the people harassing her. But, we would like to think that people would understand that beauty is more than skin deep. If only one person had taken the time to tell her how beautiful her soul was, things might have turned out differently.
When this was written there was nothing more beautiful to people than the look of a white girl with blue eyes. This is apparent because when the narrator gets the gift of a baby doll she explains that the majority of people believe that that is exactly what a young girl wants as a gift. “Here, this is beautiful, and if you are on this day ‘worthy’ you may have it.” How downtrodden the young Pecola must have felt to be in a world where the only thing considered beautiful was the stereotypical young white child. She knew that in the eyes of people around her she would never have measured up because she would never have blue eyes.
In the book, Pecola thought that beauty meant love. She assumed that the reason everyone loathed her was because they thought she wasn’t pretty. She wished that she ‘looked different, beautiful.’ She had this idea that if she could change the way she looked then everyone around her would change the way they acted, including her father and mother. Beauty wasn’t just an outward appearance to her; it was a way of life. She never fully understood this but we as the reader saw that she wanted to be beautiful not only to look good but so that her life would be ‘beautiful’.
Beauty may be different for different people but this book helps us to see that it really shouldn’t be just skin deep. Hurtful words about a person’s appearance can have devastating affects on them, especially if they are young. In today’s society several people say that we have overcome the obstacle of being biased toward the beautiful, but have we really? Are we really any better than the people who ridiculed Pecola in this book?