These past few months have been exhausting, sometimes frustrating, but overall may turn out to be the most gratifying of my back-to-school experience. As I walk across campus, few people make eye contact with me. Those who don’t already have earbuds installed quickly fish their phones out of their pockets as they approach so as to be completely occupied when our paths cross. This acute aversion to human interaction would make even the most confident person want to pack up their toys and go home. Fortunately for me, remnants of self-esteem have survived the boondoggles and shenanigans of my life.
Now that the semester is winding down, here is what I know:
Among people virtually navigating reality, some latch onto the teat of political correctness and suck the life out of any opportunity for genuine dialogue. They call a person a “hater” simply because that person holds an opinion which differs from the group.
A sense of belonging is one of our most fundamental needs. Just above food, water, and shelter, knowing that we belong is right up there with the need for acceptance of the proportions of our various body parts as compared to those of an airbrushed supermodel.
If I accepted the cultural construct of beauty ideals, I would never go out in public. Supermodels are airbrushed to sell shit, and I don’t need any more shit. I believe the sooner we create a new cultural construct, one of self-acceptance, the sooner we can all get on with making more important discoveries than age-defying breakthroughs.
There are bigger problems than erectile dysfunction, which is not one of the top 10,000 problems that need our immediate attention. The psychological effects of size 00 labels are as harmful to us as the socio-economic effects of women earning seventy-seven cents on the dollar of our male counterparts.
The sooner we stop getting distracted by fear mongers the sooner we can work on empowering our children to eliminate the epidemic of self-loathing that perpetuates poverty, sexual exploitation, and violence.
The obsession with fitting in is leveraged by advertisers. Can we really expect to wake up one day to discover that sex no longer sells? I don’t think it will happen in my lifetime. However, I do think that a good place to start is not wasting money on products to make me seem less short, less round, less than my actual age, and ultimately, less of what I am meant to be; a person with integrity and potential.
No promise of beauty in a jar can deliver more than that.
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