I’m tired of beauty, and what it takes to get there. It always seems much closer than it is. Like, the moment you lose 20lbs, or grow longer hair, or have a particular skin tone suddenly you’ll be attractive. But the moment you get there—lose the 20lbs, have hair down to your elbows, and tan (or lighten) your skin, suddenly there’s more to do. Suddenly there are dark spots on your face that need to be cleared up, you realize you need lighter hair, and better clothes to suit your new form. Where does it end? I’m tired of this. I’m sick to my bones of never being good enough. Tired of having to chemically straighten the hair on my head and wax my eyebrows. Why aren’t they good enough being how they meant themselves to be?
As a kid, I often thought of my mother as being the pinnacle of beauty. I thought no one could compare to how gorgeous she was and how wonderful she smelled. My mother had long wavy dark hair at that time and skin that is very light. Although Haitian she is mixed with some fairer races. The one thing I wanted more than anything was to look like her. I didn’t understand that this wasn’t possible for me. All I knew was that kids were supposed to look like their parents, and I wasn’t sure that I looked like the one parent I really wanted to. It was a sore spot for a lot of my life. I didn’t know that I looked like my mother who was beautiful; I didn’t know whether or not I was beautiful.
Jr. High I wore lots of tight uncomfortable clothes that were in style thinking if I stayed within the trends, I would finally be able to stake my claim to being pretty. Then in High School, I forgot to worry about it. I wore whatever I felt like without much thinking about what I looked like. I figured it didn’t matter if I tried or not because being ideally attractive just didn’t occur to me as something I needed to worry about. That’s when my mother and my sister (who always had been praised for looking like Halle Berry) began to give me tips. I was told that I should always wear earrings or I wouldn’t look pretty. Lose weight or I’d never have a boyfriend. I had to do my hair in very specific styles. If I asked my dad for money to buy food he’d say: “Aren’t you on a diet?”
I don’t blame them for thinking the way they do. If you don’t at least try to meet society’s requirements for attractiveness then there’s something wrong with you. My family knew what was implicitly expected of me, and tried to make things easier by urging me to go along with them. As far as I can see, I’ve just been victimized over and over again by the beauty industry. We all have. Telling us that our skin has to be soft, wrinkle free, spotless and white, for it to be beautiful--Telling us that our hair has to be straight, soft and long for it to be pretty, that we have to make our toes look like lollipops in order to feel like women. That we have to be a weight which may not be right for our body types.
And the craziest thing about it is that beauty isn’t even real. Beauty is our attempt to assert control over what we are attracted to. The REAL thing is attraction, which is completely uncontrolled. The word beauty is just artificial validation. Imagine: you have believed your entire life, wavy black hair to be beautiful. If you meet someone who you have a mutually deep connection with, that has a mini-fro, does that mean you aren’t attracted to the mini-fro? You can be equally attracted to both things, except wavy black hair has society’s stamp of approval, and a mini-fro doesn’t.
I guess what I’m battling with here is positive and negative categorization. The way society has a million little boxes for things and values some of those boxes more than another, when really its all just bullshit. No one is more beautiful than anyone else. You may find a certain person more attractive than another, but that doesn’t mean they are more beautiful.