Beauty
Beauty, a word we hear and read regularly, yet, somehow, I question whether we really know how to define it? Apparently, as a western society, we do not seem to be too bothered about questioning what ‘true’ beauty is. Women’s magazines, as well as the rest of the media machine, reiterate the notion that we are not thin enough and therefore should be busy losing weight in order to look like the skeletal specimens we see in films, T.V. , adverts and in the fashion world. Outer beauty is ‘in’ and has been for the greater part of the modern world. Why don’t we question this outer ‘beauty’ ideal more?
When asked, most of us women would own up to the fact that we are victims of this
media indoctrination in some form or other. Only on the news this week, I heard a
story that is tragicomic to say the least. A woman dissatisfied with the bottom she
had been endowed with, decided to go to America for cheap cosmetic surgery. She clearly
hadn’t done her homework as she literally fell into the hands of a lunatic con-
In my ideal world we would all train ourselves to look inwardly, to observe, to admire the qualities we possess, and not dwell on the physical qualities we may or may not possess; a bounteous cup size, taut thighs, flat stomach, perky breasts. It is all too easy to be distracted by superficial visual stimuli. Dare I say, to be happy with who we are as individuals, whatever our hopes, dreams, aspirations or daily realities, is to rise up above the media machine. If I could rewrite the definition of ‘beauty’ then it would simply say; ‘a happy person’.