A thousand words…or maybe just three
December 4, 2007 | Filed Under Moment of Truth, Pay attention
These say: “I hate myself.“
What’s funny (as in odd) is that it really ISN’T funny; it’s sad. I see so many girls, young ladies, and grown women hating themselves in the attempt to strive for an illusory perfection. I had an eating disorder for 13 years. YEARS!!! Half of my life spent hating myself (in varying degrees) wishing I was something I was unlikely to become…or at least remain. I got down to a size 3/4, but I’m not likely to return there and have no desire to.
It starts with something little and progresses. We’ve WATCHED Lil’ Kim transform herself into this, the so-called black Barbie. Thankfully, she ISN’T the black Barbie because little girls would be looking up to her as the model. Their eyes should be hazel, despite the fact that hers are contacts; their hair should be long and flowing, despite the fact that hers isn’t real; their lips should be naturally pursed, despite the fact that she had them “fixed†to look like that; their faces should be in such a proportion, despite the fact that she had a chin implant; their waists should be wittled tight, despite the fact that she’s had numerous liposuction procedures to get hers to wherever it is.
This isn’t the only person we’ve watched go through such a transformation: Michael Jackson, anyone? Now, he doesn’t even look human, let alone black or distinctly male anymore.
This post isn’t funny or harsh; it’s just truth. It’s what happens when one completely succumbs to the lies they’ve been told about superior and inferior beauty.
Love yourself. Anyone who makes you do the opposite is no friend of yours.
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and so is this (hilarious that is)
What’s funny (as in odd) is that it really ISN’T funny; it’s sad. I see so many girls, young ladies, and grown women hating themselves in the attempt to strive for an illusory perfection. I had an eating disorder for 13 years. YEARS!!! Half of my life spent hating myself (in varying degrees) wishing I was something I was unlikely to become…or at least remain. I got down to a size 3/4, but I’m not likely to return there and have no desire to.
It starts with something little and progresses. We’ve WATCHED Lil’ Kim transform herself into this, the so-called black Barbie. Thankfully, she ISN’T the black Barbie because little girls would be looking up to her as the model. Their eyes should be hazel, despite the fact that hers are contacts; their hair should be long and flowing, despite the fact that hers isn’t real; their lips should be naturally pursed, despite the fact that she had them “fixed” to look like that; their faces should be in such a proportion, despite the fact that she had a chin implant; their waists should be wittled tight, despite the fact that she’s had numerous liposuction procedures to get hers to wherever it is.
This isn’t the only person we’ve watched go through such a transformation: Michael Jackson, anyone? Now, he doesn’t even look human, let alone black or distinctly male.
This post isn’t funny or harsh; it’s just truth. It’s what happens when one completely succumbs to the lies they’ve been told about superior and inferior beauty.
sorry i took this post too lightly…
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No! Don’t apologize. The way it was originally posted set it up to be something that you could just look at and laugh. Laughter isn’t necessarily an inappropriate response. Look at Dave Chappelle and Chris Rock’s careers. They made people laugh…at the truth. I’m not offended by your response; it was in knowing what your response was that I realized what kind of response I wanted to elicit. So…thank YOU!
This arltice achieved exactly what I wanted it to achieve.