Have you ever wondered if you’d be outstoundingly beautiful if you suddenly acquired the features of everyone you have admired no matter their origin?
Changing countries, I thought one of the first things I’d write about is the diversity I was forced to interact with but surprisingly, I was rather preoccupied with trying to understand where I fit into this new standard that I had never considered in conceptualizing myself.
For instance, I have never thought to myself, You are a black woman of African descent, I just knew definitively that I was black and that was that without the need to include it in how I identified.
Before I get into this, let me say this first, people are people everywhere. We bleed, we cry, there are sophisticated people, simple people, happy people, sad people, homeless people, hopeless people, sick people, healthy people. Also, babies are cute everywhere. Chicken is chicken, egg is egg. Really we are all just different colors under one big sky.
I have seen people. Of course I have seen People.
What I meant to say was, I have been exposed to people and yet nothing beats the perspective of being exposed to so many races, cultures, tribes, dialects, food, music, architecture, and vibe all at once. It is a sensory overload of trying to define new things or expanding existing concepts. One of such concepts for me was beauty.
If you have ever tried to define beauty, you will fast realize that it is one of those kind of abstract concept. You conjure an imaginary idea of what it is or should be but you may never be able to explain fully what is striking as beautiful.
I am sure you have wondered why we all have similar features that determine our human appearance yet, the assemblage of these features doesn’t quite come together in all of us similarly. When you start this voyage to the definition of beauty, you will soon start to realize how contrasting it could be.
You’d figure how vain comparison is because as you begin to think you’ve figured out what the metric is, then, you encounter a different kind of beautiful. As it is said “the beautiful ones are not yet born”.
Is beauty just finetuned genetics?
What is really amazing is that we know what beauty is without being able to pin point what exactly it is. It is like how we say some people have a sexy allure and more often than not, we cannot decipher the exact components that make up the specifics of that allure.
However, the question really is, is our understanding of beauty innate or is it acquired? does beauty actually exist or what we conceptualise as beauty is a fiction of our viewpoint or bias? Even more interesting is the idea that you we all have something beautiful that makes us distinct.
Why does this post matter you may ask? It matters because it is a subtle reminder to embrace yourself fully not in comparison rather, in perspective of what you represent. Also, if you’ve haven’t noticed, this post is not about wearing character as an emblem of beauty. Nope we are talking facecard and what a hot body can do here😏
In a world that is constantly filtering beauty, where there’s a need to blend out imperfection, to look airbrushed, to mask, to be glamorous, it’s okay to take ugly pictures, to not care that your pose do not match the ascetic that is “instragramable”. To have no qualms about being unblended, stand out as quirky as you like, be loud about your existence. You are not trying to measure up to a standard. There isn’t one. If anything, you form part of the metric.
Being pretty should be about capturing your aliveness. You are pretty in all the ways you are alive.
Aiit, enough pep talk. This post is for me more than it is for you 😉
Till next time, stay jiggy.
Xoxo,
Dcconnoisseur😘
Connoisseur of Memories 