Pretty Enough and eating cookies
A couple newsworthy items to pass on. Ever feel like you aren't pretty? Or that you are but aren't pretty enough? There's a whole website dedicated to that thought. You're Not Pretty Enough is a website worth a visit. Jennifer Tress is the brainchild behind this project, who was married at twenty-three and then divorced at twenty-six. "You're not pretty enough," is what her ex said to her directly during a fight.
The website is filled with videos and stories and is thought-provoking enough to have me reflecting on my
own experiences.
In high-school I was a late developer, and the senior class boys had many laughs at my very underdeveloped chest, I was barely a full A Cup.
I was once told I was "aesthetically pleasing", which to this day still makes me wonder if it was meant as a compliment or a vague way of this man NOT having to use the words "pretty" or "beautiful" in describing me.
Growing up, my mother and father always made reference to the fact that I had pretty big butt and that my legs had no shape-just straight sticks, with no comely calves or tiny ankles.
In Japan, I was even more scrutinized for my reddish hair and freckles. My gorgeous female Japanese manager ran up to me excitedly one morning, to show me the laser surgery she had done on the bridge of her nose to remove the 4 rogue freckles that had sprouted there. She was beaming at the success of reclaiming her perfect porcelain complexion as I looked down awkwardly at my body which was/is covered in zillions of freckles.....that would be a lot of laser surgery.
So what is the definition of pretty? How does it differ from beautiful? Do you have your own distinct idea or is it mainly influenced by the opposite sex?
As I get older, I feel more pretty and no longer succumb to those awful, deadly, sickly moments where I feel "less" because I don't look like Kate Upton. I do feel pretty, not every single moment, but it certainly does seem to be increasing with age.
In other news, this was a quirky story concerning abortion rights protester's holding vigil outside an American Senator's home. See the story here-----> http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/07/31/pat-mccrory-cookies_n_3681532.html
Apparently the good Senator decided to offer the protesters cookies, of which they refused and returned back to him with a note basically saying they'll take reproductive rights over his cookies any day. How odd? hahaha. My neighbour in turn created the following meme:
Seriously though, the senator offering a plate of cookies does seem a little ludicrous. Was there an inferred message there? Why not water? Sandwiches? And would it have actually hurt the cause of the protesters if they had eaten them? Would you eat the cookies?
The website is filled with videos and stories and is thought-provoking enough to have me reflecting on my
own experiences.
In high-school I was a late developer, and the senior class boys had many laughs at my very underdeveloped chest, I was barely a full A Cup.
I was once told I was "aesthetically pleasing", which to this day still makes me wonder if it was meant as a compliment or a vague way of this man NOT having to use the words "pretty" or "beautiful" in describing me.
Growing up, my mother and father always made reference to the fact that I had pretty big butt and that my legs had no shape-just straight sticks, with no comely calves or tiny ankles.
In Japan, I was even more scrutinized for my reddish hair and freckles. My gorgeous female Japanese manager ran up to me excitedly one morning, to show me the laser surgery she had done on the bridge of her nose to remove the 4 rogue freckles that had sprouted there. She was beaming at the success of reclaiming her perfect porcelain complexion as I looked down awkwardly at my body which was/is covered in zillions of freckles.....that would be a lot of laser surgery.
So what is the definition of pretty? How does it differ from beautiful? Do you have your own distinct idea or is it mainly influenced by the opposite sex?
As I get older, I feel more pretty and no longer succumb to those awful, deadly, sickly moments where I feel "less" because I don't look like Kate Upton. I do feel pretty, not every single moment, but it certainly does seem to be increasing with age.
In other news, this was a quirky story concerning abortion rights protester's holding vigil outside an American Senator's home. See the story here-----> http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/07/31/pat-mccrory-cookies_n_3681532.html
Apparently the good Senator decided to offer the protesters cookies, of which they refused and returned back to him with a note basically saying they'll take reproductive rights over his cookies any day. How odd? hahaha. My neighbour in turn created the following meme:
Seriously though, the senator offering a plate of cookies does seem a little ludicrous. Was there an inferred message there? Why not water? Sandwiches? And would it have actually hurt the cause of the protesters if they had eaten them? Would you eat the cookies?
My definition of what I used to think was beautiful/pretty has definitely changed since I was young. I also think at this age we are so "coming into our own" and what I consider to be beauty now encompasses not just looks, but style, and the "person" as a whole. I also used to care too much what people would think of me look wise and now well I am overall pretty happy with how I look and am confident in my womanhood as a whole and I focus on that, not what others might think.
ReplyDeleteAs for the cookie scenario, weird offering to the protestors for sure and what is coming to me is the vagina having sometimes been referred to as the "cookie"( first time I heard this was in Act Like a Lady think like a Man)-some connection there maybe?-I dunno but no I definitely would not have accepted the cookies.