A Word About...'Beauty'

In this superficial world we live in, there will ALWAYS be people who hate themselves for looking any particular way. Beautiful girls will hate one adorable mole on their cheek because to them it is an ugly blemish upon their perfect face. Handsome men will feel disgusting for being a little pudgy when all girls want is a man with muscles. Physical looks are now the only way of beauty in most places of the world. Why is that? Who got up one day and decided girls should be "bones sticking out of their skin" thin, and guys should be toned and bulging with muscles and all else is ugly? Why do we let what some see as beauty rule us all and a new generation of kids?

The overweight girl in your school could be a really talented and funny musician. She could be brilliant and kind. Yet most guys will pass her by just because she doesn't have "the look" they've been taught to crave from television, movies, magazines and especially from pornography.

The smart boy in class who's only friend is the teacher, and is nicknamed teachers pet could be a wonderful poet. He could write beautiful stories that would touch the heart of every girl, yet he will more than likely be overlooked by his peers. The girls in his class will follow the crowd and make fun of him for being intelligent, for talking only to the teacher when no one else will be his friend.

I myself, am told I'm a handsome man. I have always been handsome. I've never believed it and have always hated it. Since I was born I have despised being called handsome. I would keep my hair messy, never brush it. My hair was long and I'd use it to cover my face. Still people commented on how handsome I was but I ignored them, I didn't want to be just a look. Yes that's right, even as a kid I understood looks didn't matter. I didn't want to be a pretty face I just wanted to be a kid. With my face hidden I wasn't bothered by things other boys in my class were bothered with: girls and relationships. I knew I was much too young to be dating in 5th grade. Yet here my friends were, doing just that. And years later I was the weird one for waiting until I was mature enough for it at 15. With this definition of beauty as the main drive of the mainstream, it seems kids want to continue to grow up even faster then their previous generation. A frightening thought to me as I knew my first LITERAL slut in 4th grade at age 7 or 8.

When I dated, who did I date? I dated the so-called ugly, scary, and pudgy emo chick. Because I loved her. I loved her at first sight and not because of her looks, because of the way she acted. She hid behind my friend, as she didn't know me and the two guys I was talking to, and she stayed quiet with her hair covering her face. And I knew, she was just like me. A shy quiet girl, perfect for a shy quiet boy like me. I wanted to meet her, I asked for her name and I staged a way to get her to talk to me. And she did, and I fell deeper in love. When we dated, she constantly expressed her hatred of her weight and looks, despite being absolutely gorgeous to me. She was overweight but didn't look it at all. She didn't listen to me though, and it took me two years to prove to her she would always be the most beautiful girl on the planet to me. No matter what.

Since she was a little girl she always worried about her looks, and I know tons of girls still do and even some young boys do. All of you continue to do so well into adulthood. It's healthy to take pride in how you look but don't be consumed by it, don't change yourself for others. Don't hide your personality behind a fake painted mask or a corset dress just to look thinner and pretend to be pretty in some strangers eyes. Be original and be yourself.

Girls, no matter how you look no matter how much you weigh there is a man out there who will love you and think your beautiful just the way you are. It is not a cliche, though the road will be tougher for you but just think, maybe you could make a difference. If more girls learned to accept what they look like and be happy about it, maybe the world will change and beauty will truly be in the eye of the beholder again. So girls, love yourselves and set the path for a new generation to do so as well. Do yourself a favor and wipe the make-up off and look at yourself in the mirror. Your beautiful without all that high-priced powder smeared over your cheeks and eye lids. If we change how we perceive beauty now, in the future girls who don't fit the form of beauty our society deems pretty will hopefully not have to be put through the same ridicule and self-loathing that girls in middle school and high school go through. School doesn't last long but the damage of words aimed at kids can be ever lasting.
And girls, guys don't need muscles to be attractive. If you love em and they're overweight it doesn't matter. Guys can still look good even with many pounds of extra weight. Don't ogle guys like Fabio and Vin Diesel for their "chiseled" abs when your man has only pudge. Be faithful to him and don't try to change him for yourself.

Boys, if your smart don't hide it. If your a romantic embrace it. It shouldn't matter what other people think of you. Be who you wanna be no matter what anyone else says. There words can not and will not define YOUR future unless YOU let them. They can call you a know-it-all as much as they want, but in the end you will be the one who grows to be smarter than them well after school. And if your an overweight geeky nerd then embrace it, if you can be happy that way don't change a thing. Be yourself, no matter what your fine the way you are. 
And guys...put the Porno mags down. Turn on the Porno blocker. Your setting yourself up to want a woman who doesn't exist based on SOMEONE ELSE's perception of beauty. Your pictures of fake breasted woman with enough make-up on their face for 10 women stop you from seeing the beauty in real-life women. In the back of your mind you're always going to wish for that fake "perfect girl" with huge breasts, and you'll hurt the girl you're in a relationship with unknowingly. Guys, take a look at the real women in front of you. Love them for who they are the way you want to be loved for who you are. Don't love them then go look at another women behind there back..how can that be called love if you don't have eyes for only her?

If only human beings could learn to love one another for personality alone. Think of how better off the world would be if people stopped self-hatred. It's the little things that change the world at first for the better.