With curly hair that doesn’t always look nice, maybe straight without any volume. Overweight, but maybe you need more kilos, based on your health status. Having a hooked nose, or maybe a small one. Blue eyes, or perhaps brown. Being single, an only mother, a housewife, a businesswoman. Who defines what is acceptable, and what it means? A society that expects me to be a good daughter, wife, mother, I must be acceptable to whom? I must be acceptable only to myself.
Each population considers beauty the things that it is accustomed to. In some cultures a wide waist means you are healthy, in other cultures they might think that you are doing a sedentary life. Some societies will help you to bloom and follow your big dreams; others won’t let you leave the house.
We have grown up; we have matured, as people and as society. We have understood, or at least deep inside we know that we are not supposed to be in a specific way in order to coexist.
Perhaps there are still job advertisements asking for a tall, beautiful and 25 years old secretary. Perhaps your super barista brings you brown sugar without you asking for it, only because you are a woman. Perhaps in family dinners there is still a granny or an aunt asking when you will get married or have a child so for them to be happy.
As if you, alone, are not enough to bring joy in the world and your only obligation is the perpetuation of the species. But what has changed, is the woman per se. In a society that enforces so many standards and stereotypes, she ties her hair up, puts up her sleeves and she is ready to fight each and everyone that doesn’t allow her to just exist. Each person in order to evolve must have big dreams, to set high goals so as to give his mind a motive. Otherwise it gets bored and it does the same things over and over again.
That’s the target then, to jump over the wall, to fly above the mountains and aim for the stars.
-Why?
-Because we can.
People’s abilities and potentials are limitless. The only thing that keeps us behind is fear. The only thing that limits us is the self doubt that with great skillfulness society has put on us.
From all the things that we have loved, we haven’t loved ourselves.
We were able to love others, we managed to love things that with difficulty we separate from, but our own self, the one that we chose to have in this life, we have left it for the end.
Now, however we can breathe, we can demand our own piece of land and make it bloom. We stopped fighting other people’s battles and we return to our nature. We take care of our inner hearth, we plant the seeds and we wait for our society to become ideal.
