For several months now, I have been receiving a daily email newsletter. Its topic is primarily fashion and discussing what certain celebrities (I have to take their word for it as I recognized very few faces over the months) were wearing.
I took an interest in this topic probably back around last Thanksgiving and frankly, I can't remember why exactly.
I stopped actually opening these emails several weeks ago but lately I found myself looking through them again out of curiosity.
I feel very Carrie Bradshaw for the next five words: I couldn't help but notice a certain similarity between all the women featured. They all have similar facial structure, similar body shapes and all look extremely emaciated. Now I can tell when other women are beautiful (Nicole Kidman, Natalie Portman, Catherine Zeta-Jones to name a few who top my list) and these women in these emails. . . They aren't even attractive in their thinness. They all look. . . Emaciated. Sick.
This post isn't about how the media and our culture are making little girls have unhealthy expectations. That would be socially responsible of me and I'll be damned if anyone would have that misconception about me. ;) Rather, this post is about my doubting the validity and definition of "beauty." Are these women really deemed beautiful? Am I really that out of touch with what beauty is (now) that I can't see the forest for the trees?
You know, it's not even because these women are sick-looking that I don't see how they're pretty. I don't know. Maybe it is. I really want to provide examples but I feel that's almost a form of bullying -- which I will absolutely not take part in.
Anyway, I've wasted enough time before breakfast ranting about something that really ultimately doesn't matter.
. . . If nothing else, this has proven just how badly I need to get a job.
Pictures of a FO coming later (today, if possible). :D
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