Why Pretty

I see Pretty every day. I see it on tv, in magazines, and on ten-foot cardboard cut-outs in shopping complexes' windows. I see it on billboards and mannequin displays, photographs and paintings. I hear about it in conversations, jokes, and music. I see and hear Pretty every day.

I know what Pretty is and I know what Pretty looks like and I know that Pretty doesn't look like me.I also happen to know that there is not one thing I can do about it.

Pretty is very subjective.Some thinks that Pretty equals to happy and healthy but nowadays majority thinks that Pretty is more than that.
It's really a horrible thing to live in the world as a female right now. Right now, someone or some group is always being judged on how they look, and whether you're 'hot' or not can actually affect how much you are paid or not paid.

But let's take a look at the society that we women are forced to deal with daily:

Healthy, happy women are not nearly as idolized as busty women with sexy, smoky eyes, or scantily-clad women who knows exactly how to shake their assets.

You can tell us all you like that it's important to smile sincerely and take care of our skin and hair and eat healthily but let's face the truth everyone.

People don't put those who smile sincerely and take care of their skin and hair or eat healthily on a pedestal but people put the ones who are willing to walk down a runway half naked on a pedestal.

Of course, all women and girls face insecurity with some part of their appearance and some more than others.Lately I've been complaining way too much about the way I look (i.e. nose too big, face too pimply and rough, cheeks too fat), or my ugly-proportioned body (uhhh... I refuse to divulge details here ). See I have my own insecurities too.

And I have to say: No one can truly understand the feeling of insecurity but the girls who face it more.

Sometimes I wonder would one think that having someone telling you that you're beautiful repeatedly convince you that you are?I mean someone who you know you can trust and that you know loves you? Surprisingly, for some of us, no.

Isn't it sad to know that the effect that the commercials and the music videos have on us can't always be countered? It is sad. It is a sad, sad thing when a girl or woman is so convinced that they are ugly and unworthy of affection that not even the most important person in their life can convince them otherwise.


That is something I would call as the epitome of sad.

On the contrary, as melodramatic, whiny and pessimistic I have been in this entry, I am actually blessed, blessed, blessed.In everything I am and have.

So shall I dare say I am beautiful. Not only in my own way. I am beautiful because I am. Inside. Outside.

^_^ ( So cliche)