The Beauty of Women

Today there is an exaggerated and neurotic attention to the exterior beauty, there is an idea of social and affective acceptance that depends on our appearance, almost as if we are not beautiful, how would our society, we can not have success.

The woman in particular today adhere to a model of beauty imposed by the stars, by television and fashion.

A wrong stereotype just because is a stereotype: useless and harmful when we talk about beauty.

Beauty is subjective, beauty is originality and naturalness. Beauty is harmony with oneself and with nature.

Over the years the standards of beauty are continually changed, but what can not change is a kind of beauty that comes from within, in our soul and in our pure thoughts, that manifests itself through our eyes, our smile, our original beauty.

But this perverse mechanism that we are witnessing, a mechanism which sees the industry of beauty and perfection one of the most profitable, there is no space for originality.

The media are a cause and effect of this phenomenon. Television and newspapers reflect reality, but have also an important influence on the reality. The images are communication, memory and knowledge.

I once thought that what is communicated through the mass media did not concern me, because I thought that I could not be influenced by those images, that I was stronger, but instead I was wrong: what is shown on television, we read in magazines or we see on Internet concerns us all, because the images come into our homes, creep into our minds, deprive us of the possibility to think with our head, rob us of our roots and this is what see the eyes of our children, the people who build the future.

All these faces without wrinkles, with plump lips and perfect noses, what conceal?

It almost seems that we women are unable to accept us as we are, it seems that we no longer recognize our deepest needs and desires.

We have introjected the male model so long and so deeply that we do not know what is good for us.

I mean that we look at each other with male eyes, as we believe that the man would look at us: our breasts, our mouths, our wrinkles, become objects to petty criticisms of women, almost as if we were not able to go further, unable to see the true beauty inside ourselves.

And we are envious of other’s beauty and we are frustrated if we are not equally beautiful. Is this really what we want? Are we very sure that this is the true beauty?

I think that the true beauty is what makes a face a mirror of our emotions, through its expressions.

The face carries a message of who we are, places us in communication with each other.

When the face is natural in a sense makes us vulnerable. This make me thinking that our fear can be to be vulnerable, so we build a wall that protects us from the other’s looks and judgments.

So we hide our wrinkles, because are the track of what we suffered and loved in our life, are our history. But what we are ashamed?

And what kind of female model suggests the mature woman to the young woman, when they are always in the race by an aesthetic point of view?

But I also think to those women who reject this stereotype but falling into the opposite mistake: women who do not cure their appearance and give up their femininity.

Take care of our body is love ourselves, give voice to our femininity means accepting us. I think this attitude is always the expression of this profound unease: our inability to recognize our desires and know who we are.

The really sad thing is that in a world where appear is more important than being, we risk of dying without known ourselves and people around us, in the name of a kind of beauty that do not belongs to us.

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