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Saturday, August 25, 2007

I used to be conscious of how people look at me, like whether I appear smart, friendly, good-looking etc. In fact, I did have a bad experience in the past. Till today, I can still vividly recall one incident happened in secondary one.

I remember that was when mIRC had first started and I had joined school channels like #nygh #tchs #njc #hcjc #rvhs etc. At one period of time, I was talking particularly to one guy from the opposite school. One day, we somehow happened to meet at the bus stop so he said “Hi” to me and so on. The next day, G asked me who was that guy she saw yesterday and I told her everything. Soon, many “friendly” classmates started approaching me about it and I felt that was not a big deal and told them the truth. Since that day, I started to feel a wall of invisible ice forming and slowing engulfing me.

I was quite puzzled but I was fine with my small circle of friends like C and R. One day, I happened to find a piece of crumble paper under my desk. Out of curiosity, I opened it and began reading. It was all about some random gossiping going on in the class, till it began with: YX is so despo…she is so fugly like a pig I tell u…she thinks herself v chio got guy talking to her issit…actually she is fugly like shit…she doesn’t know he talked to her coz she is ugly meh…she is damn shameless la to claim got guy talking to her (that’s the gist but expanded to half a page). At that moment, I was completely frozen and couldn’t see a thing nor hear a sound.

This prolly explained the ostracizing part going on in the class (I was one of the victims). That was partially true: I was then having an ugly $5 short haircut, bespectacled, with some pimples on my face and before wearing braces. However, I could hardly link myself to a shameless, desperate gal flirting with guys. Since that day, I began to be more self-conscious, more reserved and dare not talk to guys at all (of coz now is different).


Actually, our perception of beauty is mainly streamed from the mass media. Somehow, a beautiful gal has to have a celebrity’s look, meaning if you look like some celebrity you are in luck. The public’s expectation of a beautiful gal is just as ridiculous. SHE should have large dolly eyes, small sharp nose and full pouting lips. SHE should weight less than 40kg, however have a well-endowed pair of boobs, nevertheless a much smaller pair of perky hips. It is hard to be a beautiful woman today, especially to look like SHE in the magazine. Some might blame it on the flag of personal trainers, nutritionists, beauticians, makeup artists, hairstylists or even plastic surgeons to be the FBI for the celebrities. In addition, the most amazing beautifying tool today would be the Photoshop where one’s flaws can be totally erased or rectified.

In comparison, the women in the past neither had an easier time to look beautiful. In ancient china, a woman has to have small, single-eyelid eyes (so called dragon phoenix eyes), large nose (brings more money luck) and small hello-kitty mouth (cherry mouth). For figure wise, she should be chubby (high social status), however flat chested (not a prostitute) and yet a small pair of foot (graceful) to support her entire heavy weight. If we were to transfer an ancient chiobu through time machine to today and vise versa, we might start condemning each other’s taste.

Personally, I feel technology has advanced to such a state that you can be as beautiful as you want to be, even not yourself. Therefore, many beauty salons, healthcare centres and surgery places have sprouted out in our society today to attack one’s vulnerability of wanting youth and beauty. Nevertheless, I do not need another party to tell me “you are beautiful” anymore. It is not because one has to reach for the beauty within herself herself, for I just know now I do not need to be beautiful to smile confidently. =)


pursuing my happiness with passion@| 1:53 PM


About Me

Christal
female B+ scorpio
160cm 47kg

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Nanyang Girls' High
Temasek Junior College
Nanyang Technology University

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