I know many of you will recognize this (unfortunately). If not through the role of the voyeur then probably through the role of the object. It's womanhood's Mordor:
How we give eachother the evil eye.
We see headlines promising us Scarlett Johansson in a bikini. We don't click. (Unless it is to make ourselves feel bad or worse than we already do.) We see headlines promising us Scarlett Johansson in a bikini. But this time - with cellulite. Fanfare goes off in our heads, and there's a 99% chance we click. For oh, how we thrive in the proof of her imperfection. How we instantly feel better knowing she's not that superiour to us after all. For a beautiful woman is a threat. The biggest there is. At least we act like it. And in order to make her less of a threat, we desperately look for proof of imperfection or try to make her feel bad about herself. This happens when we pass eachother on the street or stand next to eachother in front of the bathroom mirror at a bar. It's a battlefield. We don't see eachother as friends, but as enemies.
What is it that is so harmful, so personal to us, about another woman's exterior? Why do we have to look for flaws in others in order to feel better about ourselves? It's brutal; we're basically wishing ill on others in order to gain confidence in ourselves.
Why? Is it for the men? Because if it is, then we really need to take a hard look in the mirror. And instead of comparing our bodyparts with one another's, start realising how demeaning we're being to ourselves and to eachother. How little value we put into ourselves. We're basically just here to be the prettiest one. The one who gets the man.
Let's seriously think about that for a moment.
Yours truly,
C
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