posted by Nk. at 10:27 PM

I found this at AmberMac's blog while bloghopping via twitter:





In this age of fashionable eating disorders and beautiful fair things, it's becoming increasingly difficult to have confidence in one's own "imperfect" skin. I can't say I am completely immune to these often ludicrous calls to make my skin whiter, my wavy hair straighter (and therefore "prettier"), or my Asian boobs bigger (and therefore "hotter"). I have tried bleaching (which involved a ridiculous amount of time squirming and fidgeting naked in front of an electric fan for the bleaching agents to dry and take effect -- no joke since the damn thing was gaaadawful itchy!!) some years back, but I gave up after realizing that I looked better with my natural tan than with a yellowish, fairer skin. Also, I am simply too lazy (and too poor) to get to that Lucy Torres-Gomez whiteness. I mean if God wanted me to be a white beauty he could have just given me white parents forchrissakes. So yeah. I have gone the Bianca Gonzalez way and I'm proud of the skin I'm in. =)

And tho I have constant delusions about my weight and engage in crash diets (that often fail at the sight of chocolate and/or ice cream and fries anyway), I'm pretty satisfied with my body - bloated moments and all.

So my point is? Nothing much really, since beauty, as they always say, is still very much in the eye of the beholder (but you can always ditch this crap and trick 'em with your extraordinary makeup and padding skills!).


But it would help if you quit making the TV your mirror. Okay. We. We quit making the TV our mirror.

At the end of the day, we'll still know how beautiful -- or ugly, we really are.