Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Why I'm Not All About That Bass


Otherwise Titled: In Which I Use The Word "Sex" Twenty-One Times

//Source//

As a self-proclaimed "curvy girl," I find the popular trend of embracing every body type quite encouraging. I was always that girl who knew it would be impossible, even as a skeleton, to fit the mold of "the fashionable figure" and as I've grown up and realized that such a standard is not the only standard of beauty, I've learned to love my body. For the most part. That isn't to say there aren't (many) days where I wish my arms weren't so flabby, my belly was flatter, my calves smaller, and so on. Because of this, I'm encouraged when I read an article like the one about a size 8 model who was angry when the company for which she modeled photo-shopped her down a few sizes, or when I watch a video like Colbie Callait's "Try", which features the singer-songwriter wearing no makeup and has has had over 21 million views since it came out a month or two ago. I think it's amazing that our culture (despite all the things in which it is failing) is finally scooting over and making room for girls with curves or without curves, tall, short, plump, skinny, shapely or dumpy, willowy or compact.
But for all this, we still have a problem. The problem is that the pop-culture is embracing body types all right...and drawing them right into the sex-appeal trap. There was an article published recently that made its rounds through my Facebook feed. This article was titled, "Modest is Not Hottest" and covered the fact that if you are looking to be thought of as "hot", then yeah, modesty isn't the place you'll look for it. She's really right. I agreed with some points this girl made and disagreed with others, but the thing on which I think we'd both agree is this:
The object of the positive body-image movement is totally wrong.
This problem was brought into focus for me a couple weeks ago, when my soon-to-be sister-in-law, Abigail, asked if I'd heard a song by Meghan Trainor called "All About That Bass". I had not but after she mentioned it and told me that the woman who wrote the song is fighting to "bringing booty back", I went online and looked up the lyrics, curious to see what a song by a curvy girl, about curvy girls, had to say to the world:
"Yeah, it's pretty clear I ain't no size two,
But I can shake it, shake it
Like I'm supposed to do.
Cause I got that boom-boom that all the boys chase
And all the right junk in all the right places."
Wow. The joke about this song is that Meghan Trainor thought she was being counter-cultural. She thought that, by defying the long-held view of "skinny is pretty" that she was defying culture, when in fact she was only replacing the wrong view held by sex-culture with another wrong view. In essence, Trainor is calling skinny girls names and saying, "You're not sexy. I am." And the whole entire point of this song that was meant to break out of the molds, is that it this song is playing right back into the same mold. Girls don't really want to be told, "You TOO can be sexy!" Sure, it's nice to know that we have "It", but deep down, having sex-appeal is not the thing that will satisfy us in our quest to find our identity.

Identity Crisis is practically the entire point of the downfall of modern culture. You want to know why traditional marriage is breaking down and we have states legalizing LGBT marriages by the bucket-load? Because we've been fed the lie and talked backward, forward, and from side-to-side that we are sexual beings only. Shoes are now "sexy." A huge floppy sweater colored like your grandmother's couch-covers is now "sexy." Morning hair is "sexy," breath mints are "sexy", Tropical islands are "sexy," chocolate cake (the cake, not the person eating it) is "sexy," and next up, they'll probably be telling us that eighty-five degree weather is "sexy". The adjective has come to mean the same thing that "beautiful" used to mean and that bothers me. When we, as a culture, believe that we are made for nothing more than sex, life gets super confusing. So I, as an unmarried twenty-two year old woman, am useless unless I'm sleeping around with men (or women) (or both)? Is that really what today's culture is telling me? Pretty much. I get angry.

Identity in our culture is changing ... only in shape. Skinny is being ousted by voluptuous and one day, skinny will reign supreme again, followed by another curvy-swing because nothing has really changed. Sex is still the goal of many of the people who are involved in the positive body image movement: "I am sexy, you are sexy, all God's children are sexy." There are some who are on the right mental track, but too many others are still stuck on the merry-go-round that is Trying To Be Sexy.

As a Christian, I've got a special identity because I know that I'm a spiritual creature and that I'm body, soul, spirit, and all the rest. Yeah, sex-appeal is probably shoved in there somewhere as one of my less-important qualities, but it's a tiny piece of the elaborate person I am...that you are...that each of us is. Taking out of the picture the idea that we're only sexual creatures, body-image would barely worry any of us. I mean, this current form is going to last only...what...eighty years out of the whole eternity I will exist? There's so much more to me than eighty earth-years, but according to pop-culture, that's all I have. According to pop-culture, my booty better matter or I'm completely sunk.

I think we've got something going on here. We've got people reevaluating standards of beauty and that's a great thing. But instead of purchasing "All About That Bass" and gloating over the fact that we actually have butts, let's fight to redefine beauty as something deeper than sex-appeal. Beauty is way more than whether a man will look twice at us or not. The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines "beauty" as:
"the quality of being physically attractive; the qualities in a person or thing that give pleasure to the senses or mind"
The qualities in a thing. There are way more qualities in a woman than her measurements, her body shape, and her makeup. And we'll never really change culture when we settle for anything less than the whole picture.
Your world is pretty small if you're all about that bass.

Friday, May 30, 2014

Whole Lotta Happy


There is something about looking at beautiful things.

I don't really know what it is, only that it is a wonderful way to relax and let go of the world for a while. Why is it people like Pinterest so much? Some people swear by the clothing, the wedding plans, the "life hacks" (what are those anyway) but I love Pinterest for things like this:

//Source//
//Source//

//Source//
I'm not making any large, metaphorical or philosophical statement out of this post! Rather, I'm going to claim looking at pretty, beautiful, wonderful things as a good thing, and leave you with a few links to my favorite pools of beauty in the online world. Ready? Set? Go!

//Photos & Things//
The Fragile Beauties (Pinterest Board)

//People & Candid Moments//

//Fashion//

//Food//

//Words & So Forth//

We will be sure to update you on how our Romania trip went! For now, you can read more about that over at my other blog. Enjoy some beauty, free of charge, and have a lovely summer evening. <3

Friday, September 21, 2012

captive of the dusk-rhyme

The weather--breath of Autumn, charm of summer, golden-in-between--has been splendid, and the glory of it holds the whole day through as I work. Driving home with Dad, we take a back-country route and the evening gathers around us.
The oyster-light beauty of a limpid-eyed dusk.
Frail shades of pink dying the West and a lone feather above--an eagle's pinion, carved of gold-whetted cloud-shard.
Uplands chasing the vagrant light, downlands...mingled shadow and warmth. The broad bands of trees dark and silent against the wash of beauty--beautiful in their own solemn way pencilled, as it were, upon the drapery of rose and amber.
Home-words, good words lingering in my thoughts from the book I'd just laid aside--its delight faded only with the glory of the earth at elf-light.
Such simple, earth-rhythm glory. Glory of heaven and earth shouting praises to their creator. Quiet glory of a world turning--moment by moment--a shade lovelier than it had been yet a moment before. Hay-sweet breeze, dove-light jinking on the meadow and there on the edge of that eagle-feather.

It has not always been this way--I know. I have only been privileged to see this turning of the night for a few years of my life--for the dusk-rhyme is never heard above the roar of the city where I lived so long. I breathe deep, long, lasting, and lift a thought of thanks--heart too full to frame in words; but He knows. He means for it to feel this way--this pain and joy mixed in the cup of Beauty.

The joy glimmers coal-wise in the center of the pain, and the pain springs till my heart aches and throbs. It will not always be this way--I am grown. I may marry and the man I marry may take me back to the city. Moth-wing terror flutters in my breast--to be trapped--I, akin more to this beauty and linked more to this land than I had known before tonight...a thrall in the confines of a city, barred from viewing the turning of the night in its muted, pearlescent shades.

It may be. It very well may be. Never to sense the gloaming? Never to watch its richness unfold petal by petal except on that rare occasion when I might find myself home?

My heart again throbs and joy mingles strongly with the pain once more. Blue hope, center of the flame, whirl in the shell. Home has my love...but my Love shall be my home.

But here...now...I am captive of the dusk-rhyme. Intoxicated, suspended, transfixed by the glory.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

close to falling.



It's nearly fall.
And I'm getting excited about all the fallish things I love so much.
For instance:
Fall fashion. In the cooler seasons you get to don your boots, layers, scarves, and all the pretty accessories that are more for looks than warmth. ;)

Comfortable hoodies...
And the next big one being the food! :D I absolutely love all the comfort foods and treats that you only get when the wind is blowing and then leaves are falling. :)
(my personal favorite, apple cider doughnuts!)
And freshly made apple cider is one thing that cannot be beaten. 
CARAMEL!!!!
Windy days
All the brilliant reds, oranges, and yellows.
Ah.....I'm getting myself in the mood for all of the above! 
What are some of your favorite things about autumn? :)

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

the beauty of the could-be.


If you ever weary of your own grown-up life...

...if you ever feel that you know all there is to know...

...if you ever feel like you've seen all there is to be seen...

...if you ever feel like there's not a single new thought under the sun...

then just sit ye down beside a five-year-old for a moment or two and you'll be proven wrong. I jest not. Kids' minds are places full of ingenuity and imagination and sparkles and glitter and beacoup d'elegance. Children haven't "learned" yet that certain things are impossible. They aren't limited by stuffy scientific facts or theories, or too much Reality. Their imaginations are free and beautiful and winged.

Gracie reminded me of this beautiful gift only this afternoon. I had just finished reading Mama a letter from my friend in New Zealand, and Gracie left her post at the piano bench with a very thoughtful expression on her face.
"Rachel...does F'licity have a car?"

"...yes..."

"No, Rachel. I mean, does F'licity live in the old-fashioned days?"

And then I remembered. Grace spoke of her most recent theory. In short, she believes that if we could just walk far enough around the world, we would reach The Old Days. Isn't that the most brilliant, beautiful, gorgeous thought ever? An adult would never have come up with it. I still think there's a certain allure in the idea that the world is flat. Sure I know it's not true, but it's such a beautiful idea that I can't help feeling a bit sad that the world is round after all.

The mind of a child is something to be treasured and taught and cultivated. I have a special fondness for  bright-minded children such as Gracie who are always coming up with something wise beyond their years. Not everything they say is correct--not by any means. 
But they do have a valuable lesson for us: 

we are never too old to dream.

Let's take some time today to visit with some of these small wisdom-carriers--you won't regret it.