I rue the day a woman looked into a mirror and felt fat for the first time; I regret the moment Oprah decided to loose some pounds because all of a sudden half of America felt inadequate. I pity the aspiring TV producer that walked into a TLC Executive’s office and pitched the idea of a show called “Toddlers & Tiaras” and lament the anguish a young teenager will have when she opens a Vogue magazine for the first and begins to feel less attractive because some thin, photoshopped model made her think she was.
I respect and understand the need to loose weight as a matter of health but I am disturbed by those who do it as a prerequisite to beauty; I am bewildered by those that paste too much make-up on their faces and accessorize with such superficial flare and vigor that their beauty becomes as tainted as those blood diamonds that hang down their necks.
I know what I’m saying might sound disjointed, corny and might make you gag because you just caught a whiff of cheesy but it sounding corny doesn’t make it untrue. Where I’m from beauty is unquantifiable; Its not something you put on scale and say how much it weighs nor is it something you line up in front of 5 judges and give a score out of 10. Where I’m from beautiful isn’t $5 weaves, $3000 boob jobs or 20 Facebook & Myspace picture comments; beautiful isn’t what your man says your are or says you aren’t but simply what God intended you to be. And I know there is a Miss Zimbabwe pageant and a Miss Universe South Africa but before the advent of imperialist conquest I really doubt southern African villages got together once a year to hold regional swimsuit contests. ~~ Kwapi