I hate the obsession with “natural beauty” yes, people can be absolutely fucking stunning without makeup, or hair products or whatever but I find the valuing of “natural beauty” over artificial beauty honestly creeps me the fuck out. For one thing, everyone, and I do mean…
This is quite possibly the best thing I have ever read. Ever.
I love Joy
We all run from the ugly. And the farther we run from it, the more we stigmatize it and the more power we give beauty. Our communities are obsessed with being beautiful and gorgeous and hot. What would it mean if we were ugly? What would it mean if we didn’t run from our own ugliness or each other’s? How do we take the sting out of “ugly?” What would it mean to acknowledge our ugliness for all it has given us, how it has shaped our brilliance and taught us about how we never want to make anyone else feel? What would it take for us to be able to risk being ugly, in whatever that means for us. What would happen if we stopped apologizing for our ugly, stopped being ashamed of it? What if we let go of being beautiful, stopped chasing “pretty,” stopped sucking in and shrinking and spending enormous amounts of money and time on things that don’t make us magnificent?
Where is the Ugly in you? What is it trying to teach you?
And I am not saying it is easy to be ugly without apology. It is hard as fuck. It threatens our survival. I recognize the brilliance in our instinct to move toward beauty and desirability. And it takes time and for some of us it may be impossible. I know it is complicated….There is only the illusion of solace in beauty. If age and disability teach us anything, it is that investing in beauty will never set us free. Beauty has always been hurled as a weapon. It has always taken the form of an exclusive club; and supposed protection against violence, isolation and pain, but this is a myth. It is not true, even for those accepted in to the club. I don’t think we can reclaim beauty.
Oh Nigella, you goddess. Teach me your ways! When I grow up I want to be you!
wine me and dine me, Nigella
Ugh. Shit like this really bothers me. So one woman lives one way and the other lives another. One is considered “youthful” and “attractive” and the other isn’t. So fucking what? I have no idea who that first woman is (and it doesn’t matter-it could be someone as evil as Ann Coulter and I’d still argue this), but it doesn’t really matter if you’re beautiful or ugly or whatever. Health does not equal beauty and it shouldn’t have to. Just like nobody’s health is your business, nobody’s beauty is your business either. No one deserves to be judged on how hot you think they are, no matter how much you disagree with their beliefs. If that first person enjoys cleansing her colon and lives on nothing but kale and pecans, good for her. If that second person wants to smoke constantly and bathe in butter, good for her, too. Their choices, their bodies, and their “beauty” are all their own business and you shouldn’t really judge them for any of it.