I was walking through the underground yesterday. There was a young woman in her late teens walking in front of me. She was very pretty. Yet she also had false eyelashes, false toenails, false fingernails... and she had obviously put a lot of care and attention into her appearance.
What struck me was that much of the care and attention she put into her appearance must have - at its root - come from fear. But she was already pretty. There really wasn't a need for anything more. In fact, the artificial additions even took away from her beauty.
It is abhorrent to me that all of us, men and women alike, are under so much pressure to conform to impossible, unrealistic standards of beauty; to the point that we obscure what truly is of beauty within us.
What would happen to society if we didn't fear how we looked? If we could just accept ourselves? What would we do, say and be if our care and attention was channelled through love not fear?