Judging beauty

I don’t understand all this obsession about beauty. Society sets the standards, and people being the fools that they are adhere to these standards so that they are considered beautiful. Notwithstanding that the definition and concept of beauty differs from one society to another, that beauty is subjective, that beauty is only skin deep.

I don’t understand why people cannot just accept each other (and themselves) for who they are, regardless of whether society considers them beautiful or not. I don’t understand why people, especially women, must always comment about the looks of other people.

To me, looks have always been immaterial. But of course, I am only human. So when I hear, for example, that ‘certain people’ have made disparaging remarks about me, I was of course offended and hurt. It is only natural. But I did not do anything about it, although I could. And the reason is very simple. I am a rebel. Always have been and always will be. I refuse to be a slave to society’s (and ‘certain people’s’) standards of beauty.

And who are all these ‘certain people’ to judge another person’s looks anyway? Really, have they taken a good look at themselves in the mirror lately? Because in my eyes, these ‘certain people’ fall far short of society’s standards of beauty. And the worse part is, they have little or no character or intelligence to back them up! They should be the last people to comment about another person’s beauty.

Now look at what they’ve made me do! I am judging the judges!

My mother always told me, “If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” I try. I really do. But then ‘certain people’ piss me off and then I get all flustered and there’s no one to vent to so I blog about it.

And so, what is my recipe for beauty? (In this order:) Two cups of (good) character – kind, emphatic, polite, good manners, warm hearted etc, one cup of intelligence, a tablespoon of physical attraction (but please, one man’s meat is another man’s poison), and a pinch of endearing personal habits or traits to taste.

A recipe for disaster? Maybe. But it’s my recipe. And that is why ‘certain people’ will never be beautiful in my eyes. They lack ALL the ingredients that make up my recipe for beauty.