Why do we stuff the beauty box?
We put all sorts of things in it: stretch marks, scars, cellulite, droopy skin, fat, wrinkles etc.
Maybe we’re rebelling against the unrealistic images of female bodies that our monthly subscriptions of Glamour and Allure tell us we should look like.
But in our attempt for a more realistic portrayal of our bodies are we still buying into the message that our bodies’ primary function is to convey beauty? Maybe we believe that beauty equals worth. So no matter how unpretty, everything goes into the beauty box.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I believe that we should recognize and celebrate physical beauty.
But how much of our worth should come from beauty? And if we are flawed or God forbid not pretty what then?
Sometimes, I think that maybe we are delusional about our bodies.
We are not frozen pictures in a magazine or paintings hanging on the walls of the Chicago Art Institute.
Our bodies are for living. We cook, clean, write, hug, fix, create, run, leap, think, lead, and love with our bodies.
Our bodies tell our stories.
Maybe we get stretch marks because we ate too much and gained weight. Or because we made love and are pregnant. Or because we just entered puberty and our bodies grew too fast.
Or sometimes in our living we accumulate scars that tell a story of bodies that have overcome cancer, self-mutilation, rape and other forms of violence.
Is our worth diminished because we are no longer pretty or certain body parts are deformed, scared, wrinkled, missing etc?
A couple of weeks ago I came across Labonya Siddiqui, a model and burn survivor who is ‘determined to show the world that scars can be beautiful.’
I think Labonya has beautiful eyes, hair and smile. And I am thrilled that she is challenging what is an acceptable body type in the fashion industry.
But I want to tell Labonya that she doesn’t have to convince the world that her scars are beautiful. That she doesn’t have to stuff them into the beauty box.
Her scars tell a story of bravery, suffering, resilience, and hope. And that’s more than I can say for a photoshopped picture of a Victoria Secret model.
I want to celebrate bodies like Labonya. Bodies that convey vulnerability, strength, dignity, hope, joy, suffering and beauty. I want us to celebrate our own bodies: they carry the marks of our lives and of our living. They are more than just beautiful. I want to celebrate our bodies telling our stories.