Here is my latest post for Libero Network; I watched Snow White & The Huntsmen recently and couldn’t help but wonder if it presented some sort of symbolism of our society and it’s insatiable desire for youth and beauty. I thought I’d share it here as well because it fits in with a lot of the topics I cover here, too – and also because I really like that picture of Charlize.
Snow White & Our Society’s Quest for Beauty
“Who’s the fairest of them all?” – This seems to be the question echoing throughout every magazine, reality TV show, and even overheard conversation: Youth, Beauty, Perfection – it is our obsession. And, like the wicked Queen, we will stop at nothing to get it.
Face lifts, botox, lip plumps, liposuction, tweezing, waxing, push-ups, sit-ups, starving…We need to be young, we need to be beautiful, and we will get what we want.
It is one of the most self-centered, narcissistic, goals, and yet it is based on a very subconscious desire. Do we really know why we must appear perpetually 21? Or why beauty only looks a certain way? Nowadays it is something that is pretty much taught: we are taught what is ‘Fair’ by fashion magazines, car commercials, and music videos, and then we pass down these ‘life lessons’ to friends, younger siblings, younger cousins, and, eventually, our children.
Yes, even our children. You may not realize it, but your daughter hears every word you say about your body. And she is constantly comparing herself to you. So if you have ‘monster thighs’? Well, her thighs are ‘just like mommy’s’ and mommy taught her they are not OK.
See, we have been rejected. We have been rejected and replaced by the youthful, by the beautiful. On the covers of magazines we are told we are not enough, by exercise equipment and diet commercials we are told we are not enough, by our boyfriends, girlfriends, spouses we are told we are not enough, and then by the lies in our head we are told we are not enough. And we watch as we are replaced by youth and ‘perfect’ beauty – Megan Fox, Kim Kardashian, Miranda Kerr – and our hearts begin to turn cold, and a monster rises up within us, and the wicked queen takes over. And she will stop at nothing.
We stand in front of the mirror day after day, anxious, desperate, and trembling. And we talk to it, and we join forces with it, ganging up on our own bodies. And we chant the same words every time: fat, ugly, old, wrinkled, sagging, pale – “Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” – and we know it’s not us. And so the torture must go on….Continue Reading