Do we have to stop being ourselves for an established beauty?
Beauty patterns. A few weeks ago I went to an event where people were much younger than me. And, talking to them, I realized that many of them had already made aesthetic interventions. In fact, it was in this talk that I discovered that models like Bella Hadid – which many consider being perfect – have a face and body that have long ceased to be theirs: they are the fruit of an increasingly advanced science that promises eternal beauty and youth.
And, I need to say something about it. I am nothing against aesthetic interventions. I haven’t done any yet but if I start feeling bad about the wrinkles on my forehead I will not have any problem with botox. Or hyaluronic acid. Or whatever it is that makes me feel good about myself. But the thing is, these are punctual situations. As someone who puts silicone because her chest destroys her self-esteem, or like someone who does a rhinoplasty because when she sees herself in the mirror hates the reflection that is returned.
A different thing is everybody wanting the same face. Perfect, maybe. But the same.
The most beautiful women in the world – to me Gisele, Linda Evangelista, Naomi Campbell, Carolyn Murphy (among many others) – could not be more different from each other. But it is this difference, the unique traits, the very small imperfections, so unique, that make them beautiful. And it happens that, sometimes it’s precise “imperfections,” like eyes too far apart, or a big mouth that makes women pretty. And unique.
When did we stop preferring natural beauty, Gisele, Naomi, and the unique women, to a formatted face in which we all look the same, with the same face shape, the same bum and the same belly?
And this is where I wonder what is happening to us? When did we stop preferring natural beauty, Gisele, Naomi, and the unique women, to a formatted face in which we all look the same, with the same face shape, the same bum and the same belly?
There is no harm in wanting to be better. More beautiful. In highlighting what we like and in disguising (or even correcting) what we hate. But from there until we are mischaracterized to fit in an ideal of beauty that may be out of date in 10 years, goes a very big step. And, in my opinion, it’s a very high price to pay to be beautiful.
So before you want to be like every other “perfect girl” out there – especially the younger ones – think of you. In what is unique, in traces that, although imperfect, are naturally beautiful. In what makes you different. We do not have to be all Kylies Jenners. But we all need to be more authentic. More us. And be proud of it.
Because in the end, when the heart is tired and the soul is run over, the reflection that we see in the mirror will be the least that counts to our inner happiness.
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