Beauty standards have always been changing throughout time, which means that beauty has never been something that is permanent or set. What is seen as beautiful today might not be tomorrow, and it’s so sad how people try so hard, desperately, to try to fit in with everyone else. Conforming to these judgmental values. The very existence of beauty standards show that there is something wrong with our society. The real issue, the root, in my opinion, is this system that profits off of human suffering, in this case, of insecurity. It is by design. Whether through the toxic means of social media, TV, or entertainment, that are constantly showing these aesthetics that are sometimes not realistic and causes people to look at themselves in the mirror and want to be like them. The more people who feel like they are not enough or fit a certain look, the more they spend on products, surgeries, and treatments to chase these ideas of "perfection". And it starts at a young age. People are being told from the beginning that who they are is not enough, which makes them attach their self worth to how they look, causing them to conform and fit in with the rest of these beauty freaks. And these beauty standards, they keep changing, and no one can ever fully reach them, nor should they even try. Our beauty is not defined by our skin, but our heart and minds, our actions from hands of a delicate touch, and eyes of blessed intentions, our lovely bones which are rooted in the earth where roses bloom and storms release. The only way out of this dystopia, is to stop playing along in this sick game, and to focus on yourself, on ourselves, not in a way to please others and fit in anymore, not anymore, no, but in a way that helps us heal from the constant pressure that societies gaze emits at us with judgmental eyes and unforgiving intentions. In a way that helps us accept who we are without needing to sacrifice for them. We have value just as we are, beauty without change, and love without fear, without needing approval or praise from a system, so contaminated, that it brings fury to my very being knowing that these things happen... every. single. day. And no one seems to notice. No one seems to care. Just us few, standing together under skies of blue. In a world of imperfect perfect angels, on a stage of reckoning, no longer will we play the parts, of a role that torments our hearts. Our leaps of joy, of strength through love, will show that our hope, will rise above. Our worth is not defined by our skin, but by our imperfect perfections, of bones in dirt where roses bloom... and stillness in love, where love will take over... soon.
beauty is in the eye of the beholder. people are so diverse and unique, that alone i believe is so beautiful.
Beauty standards have always been changing throughout time, which means that beauty has never been something that is permanent or set. What is seen as beautiful today might not be tomorrow, and it’s so sad how people try so hard, desperately, to try to fit in with everyone else. Conforming to these judgmental values. The very existence of beauty standards show that there is something wrong with our society.
The real issue, the root, in my opinion, is this system that profits off of human suffering, in this case, of insecurity. It is by design. Whether through the toxic means of social media, TV, or entertainment, that are constantly showing these aesthetics that are sometimes not realistic and causes people to look at themselves in the mirror and want to be like them. The more people who feel like they are not enough or fit a certain look, the more they spend on products, surgeries, and treatments to chase these ideas of "perfection". And it starts at a young age. People are being told from the beginning that who they are is not enough, which makes them attach their self worth to how they look, causing them to conform and fit in with the rest of these beauty freaks.
And these beauty standards, they keep changing, and no one can ever fully reach them, nor should they even try. Our beauty is not defined by our skin, but our heart and minds, our actions from hands of a delicate touch, and eyes of blessed intentions, our lovely bones which are rooted in the earth where roses bloom and storms release. The only way out of this dystopia, is to stop playing along in this sick game, and to focus on yourself, on ourselves, not in a way to please others and fit in anymore, not anymore, no, but in a way that helps us heal from the constant pressure that societies gaze emits at us with judgmental eyes and unforgiving intentions. In a way that helps us accept who we are without needing to sacrifice for them.
We have value just as we are, beauty without change, and love without fear, without needing approval or praise from a system, so contaminated, that it brings fury to my very being knowing that these things happen... every. single. day. And no one seems to notice. No one seems to care. Just us few, standing together under skies of blue. In a world of imperfect perfect angels, on a stage of reckoning, no longer will we play the parts, of a role that torments our hearts. Our leaps of joy, of strength through love, will show that our hope, will rise above. Our worth is not defined by our skin, but by our imperfect perfections, of bones in dirt where roses bloom... and stillness in love, where love will take over... soon.
Beauty means different things to different people, so I agree with you.