I refuse to fit in your definition of Beauty!!

What kinda girl catches your eye?” I finally gathered the courage to ask this to my crush.

“Somebody who is beautiful.” He pinged me back within a minute.

It made me wonder and a cluster of thoughts started forming up in my mind. I started thinking – Do I fit in that answer of his? Am I beautiful? Did he mean my kind of beautiful? Or did it mean something else?

I try to stop these thoughts and divert my mind. I turn on the TV and end up seeing a number of commercials that includes of a girl talking about how a fairness cream can make you beautiful, how a makeup product can enhance your less beautiful face hiding away your ugly flaws. I swap the channel and start watching a Hollywood flick in which the guy falls only for a girl who is an eye candy. I switch it off. I pick up a magazine from the shelf and see its cover page that features an international model who is almost 5’10” and has an hourglass figure and the title reads – “BEAUTY”.

I try to google it up just to make it more clear to me. And it reads as – “A combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight.”

I get up and search for a mirror. I look at myself into it. I look close enough to analyze my own self.

I have dark circles.

I have pigmentation.

I have acne on my face.

I have scars and marks.

I have blackheads and whiteheads.

I have facial hair.

I have bulges.

I have fat.

I have stretch marks.

I have spots on my body.

I have hair fall and dandruff.

I don’t have good hair days.

I put the mirror down for a while, look up into it again and then finally keep it down with disappointment. And I was clear. I do not fit into his definition of beauty or being beautiful. In fact, I do not fit in anybody’s definition of beauty. Be it him or the society.

But am I really not beautiful? Why can’t I still be beautiful with all these things? Maybe I am not. I am not beautiful how the society wants me to be. I am more than that.

And if this is the way they interpret beauty as. Then I am sorry but I would proudly consider myself to be ugly for all the things that I have and also those that I do not have.

But does that really mean I am not beautiful? Or wait. I think I am beautiful. I have full rights to call myself beautiful. I don’t need any validations from any person on this planet for my beauty. And if that is the case then I surely have a beautiful heart. Doesn’t that really count?

Why do we link beauty with being perfect and flawless? Why can’t we be beautiful even with our imperfections and flaws? Why do we keep forgetting the inner beauty? Why we only focus on the outer one?

So if we all were blind, would we still term beauty this way? If we could only see souls, would we still term beauty this way?

“I am happy you don’t like me back.” I text him back finally.

“What do you mean? Do you like me?” he replied.

“I used to but not anymore.” I text him with a proud smile on my face.

All you women out there, know that you are beautiful. Acknowledging that you are beautiful in your own ways, is the first step towards being one. It doesn’t matter if you are black or white. If you are curvy or flat. If you are fat or skinny. If you have straight hair or curly locks. If you are short or tall. God made us all beautiful. He did no partiality. It is us – humans who started this.

There’s a saying – “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”. It all depends on how you perceive it. So let’s introduce a new meaning and definition to beauty? Let’s not follow the trend and be unique & different instead? Let’s make a world where we find hearts to be more beautiful than just the faces.


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