Beauty

Well, I'm in a class called Creative Writing this semester (like I've said before), and while I'll do most of my writing in my notebook named Charles the Gay Guy, I'll be posting random things on here as well. My first post from there is something I wrote about beauty. Our prompt (or writing invitation as my teacher, Mrs. Rooks, calls them) was to write about beauty, and whatever came to mind. One of the first things I thought of was that comic with the western girl in the bikini, and the eastern girl in all black.

Yep, that comic. Anyway, here are my thoughts:

Beauty. It's a scary topic in our culture because it can offend people so easily. There are so many people eon this planet, so much beauty, and yet, nobody seems to have the exact same definition as another. The dictionary app on my computer claims that beauty it either "a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic sense, esp. the sight" or "a beautiful or pleasing thing or person, in particular" with the next point saying "a beautiful women". So what's with the culture screaming at women to be "beautiful". Since the beginning of time, women have been like a trophy for a man -- someone they love and who cares for them, but who also is the prettiest girl around. However, it's a turned into a game -- who can not marry, but "get" or "bang" the prettiest, bustiest, tallest, leanest girl out there. But who even thinks they have the right to tell girls they aren't good enough -- who has that right? We get to caught up in the media constantly telling us how we have to look, we lose interest in the fact that we are beautiful. It's so much more that how you look! We are loved for who we are, not how we look. And if we are loved for how we look, something has got to go. I believe that every girl is beautiful and every girl is ugly. Nobody can be one without the other. You either have a beautiful body and an ugly soul, or a beautiful soul and an ugly body. Even if someone appears to be beautiful both on the inside and on the outside, there is always a hidden part or piece that looms in them that's more ugly than they would like to admit. Nobody wants to see the ugly in themselves, but it's so easy to see it in others. But so what, it doesn't really matter what others think, does it? That's a lot of people's life mottos right now -- do what you want, don't care about that others think, etc. But is that really true? If you truly didn't care what others thought, why do you still bother to get dressed in the morning? Why not just leave the house naked? Every think about that?

No?

Good. Because you shouldn't have to. You should care enough about what others think of you to have the decency to put clothes on in the morning. People like to think that they don't care about that others think, but the fact is that they do. They care a lot -- and that's why we don't have people walking around naked. But, half-naked is okay. Have you ever thought about that?

No?

Bad. Because you should. You would never go out of the house naked, or even in your underwear, so why is it alright that you leave the house with half your cleavage busting out of your shirt or even that skimpy bikini that you wear to the beach. Sure, I'm not saying that a big deal, because everyone does it, right? That makes it okay.

But does it?

Not really. Just because everyone is jumping off a bridge, does that mean that you should jump of the same bridge and risk the same things as everyone else? No! And, sure, that's cliché because everybody's parents tell them to think for themselves. So maybe instead of trying to get the perfect shaped bikini body, we should get to a point where we're comfortable and where we love ourselves. 

Just remember, real, true beauty begins with you

Carly