Of Skin Deep: beauty
Beauty is convention and as with all conventions someone decided that a beautiful person has this particular structure, skin tone, hair length and style and sometimes even a certain figure bank balance.
“How deep must beauty be? Do you want to see an X-ray of my heart, liver and pancreas…. beneath our skin arent we all the same?
I have never been one to pay too much heed to conventions, especially conventions which define how I should feel, think and behave. Stereotypes are conventions too.
I remember a game we used to play in kindergarten, we would sing and each person got to choose and describe their sweetheart:
Sarura wako Wangu Mutsvuku
(Choose yours mine is light skinned…)
The lighter skin toned always got picked first, but it was all a game, right? No, not really, this how you get conditioned to believe something and then grow up to start a complexion altering regime. Some blame it on mental colonisation, that we have been oppressed for so long we started believing that black is bad and white is good. Maybe we were always that way…….
You may have far too many curves in far too many places or none at all but its ok just as your complexion could be a deep sun-kissed shade of melanin or like the sea at sunset as the sun dissolves and that’s ok too, the world has a habit of loving back people who love themselves.
My beard started going grey early in my life, I suffered through multiple dye efforts and then finally decided to stop fighting my genetics. I walk in the street I notice people trying hard not stare, I smile back even wave sometimes and some brave souls ask me if I know my beard is grey and I act shocked for the fun of it….
When I walk with my uncle he always says I make him feel bad, he says he holds on to a semblance of youth so he dyes his hair and beard religiously (don’t try to figure out which one he is ha! And if he stumbles across my blog its ok to dye or not to dye)
The winter of my beard has arrived and I have accepted the wisdom that comes along with……
What is beauty:
I say beauty is when you feel good, because when you feel good you look good….
Hmmm sounds like something that got stuck in my head from a commercial..
Speaking of commercials, those cosmetic companies are not your friends they play on your insecurities and then sell a mask to hide yourself behind…. Who are you without your mask on?
This is how I see it, how do you see it?
Day 12 of my blog everyday challenge
I, too, have accepted early grays. Not in my beard, silly. On my head. 🙂
And I LOVE this: “…the world has a habit of loving back people who love themselves…”
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After going three times to get a haircut and thrice not finding the barber I decided not to cut my hair for some time. And I am loving it.
PS My hair is 45% grey-white and the close crop cut was an anti white( no racism intended) measure. #justsaying
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I know the struggle!!!! although I last stepped into a barber’s shop a long time ago, you can tell by the length of my hair I am a fair bit allergic to getting my hair cut…..
PS surprisingly my hair is still mostly black a few way strands but mostly fine its an interesting contrast
In the words of Al Green… “Simply Beautiful…” – Al Green