You Are What You Wear??

"Darwin wrote that if everyone was cast in the same mold, then there would be no such thing as beauty. So I suggest we begin breaking that mold and celebrating our differences as beautiful."- Vanessa Minnillo

I did my thesis in university on how women are portrayed in the media, and how it affects young women in particular. Since then I have been fascinated with how women present themselves and how people respond to their presence. My thesis also dove into eating disorders and other methods women buy into in order to try and fit into a mold that will allow them to feel accepted in our society. I was watching Entertainment Tonight this evening and Vanessa Minnillo had done a story on the way she was treated in NYC’s Madison ave, and her ordeal trying to get a table at a trendy club. She dresses up first as a blonde bombshell then as an over weight Ugly Vanessa. It was definitely an honest eye opener into harsh reality overweight and supposed non-pretty people are looked at in our society. http://etonline.com/celebrities/spotlight/37773/index.html

It’s rare that I will watch tv and be really taken aback by what I saw. The story was quite fascinating actually. The ironic twist is that the story was preceded by a story/advertisement for non-surgical cosmetic treatments. So firstly we have the “If you feel old and ugly go get needles poked in your face or laser treatment, then people won’t make you feel like crap about your looks. If you change your looks you will no doubt feel more accepted by your peers.” And next we have the “be happy with who you are no matter what you look like…… celebrate our differences as beautiful.”

Holy make me puke.

Our society is messed up. We listen to garbage that tells us that we have to dress and look a certain way in order to let others know we are important and amazing people. I love fashion and love dressing up just as much as the next person. But seriously, when I become a parent and have annoying snotty teenagers….. I can’t wait to have even more fun with fashion by pulling out the tapered-legged elastic band pants that I’ll pull up to my boobs with an extremely tacky floral print blouse tucked into those granny pants. The sheer embarrassment my children will feel in my presence will be priceless memorable moments worthy of celebration. Who needs perfection (if there is such a thing) all the time…. Why not just have fun with what you have and still feel amazing.