Those of you who know me probably know very well that the way women are portrayed today really just pisses me off. Before I really get into this, I just want to let it be known that I'm not trying to sound like an angry militant feminist or anything, this is just something that I feel very strongly about and it's been bugging me lately.
In today's society, women are made to feel as if they have to be perfect in order to be considered beautiful, or even worthy. We have to be thin, watch what we eat all the time, have a miniscule waistline and supermodel-rate legs up to our chins, perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect body. We starve ourselves, get plastic surgery, spray on tans, hair weaves, paint our faces up like halloween, and all because we feel like it's expected of us. The reality of it is, we aren't all going to look like Jessica Alba or Angelina Jolie. Sorry.
Anyway... now that I've gotten that part over with, I drew this simply to illustrate my opinion that the word "beautiful" is not and should not be considered synonymous with the word "perfect." Women don't need 20 inch waists and perfectly-shaped massive breast implants to be beautiful. People come in all shapes and sizes, and I think imperfections and the other things that make us unique are what really make a person outwardly beautiful. That's why I chose to leave it rough/sketchy. I wanted it imperfect. Also, I wanted to leave her faceless, just because I didn't want to give her a specific identity. She's just woman. So, now that I've rambled enough, here's my representation of beautiful.
Anyway. I'm really tired, and I only hope that people will get something out of this. LOOOOOOOOVE YOU GUYS.
Side note-- The fact that I gave this woman curves does NOT mean I don't think that people with more trim body shapes aren't pretty. I was just meaning to represent a more natural-looking body type, the one that is grossly under-represented in the media.
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Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your path's straight. ~Proverbs 3:5-6 ~Shelly~
Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
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Yeah, it's one of the sonnets we're studying in English.
Well, it sort of goes along with what you were saying, that beauty isn't necessarily perfect, it's more of an "eye of the beholder" type of thing. Though the sonnet is more dealing with love, but its similar.
Err, I believe that's what I mean. The sonnet just came to mind while I was reading your comment.
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Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your path's straight. ~Proverbs 3:5-6
~Shelly~
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I am the mighty flaming donut.
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I feel like tacos....
um jk. x3
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I am the mighty flaming donut.
Finally, some truth in the world!
I love the way your brain works, budddddy ;D
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"You cannot prevent and prepare for war at the same time."--Albert Einstein <-UNIT B.
for real. o_O that's what the world needs. hardcore.
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I am the mighty flaming donut.
Sonnet 130
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
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what about it reminds you of it? just curious.
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I am the mighty flaming donut.
Well, it sort of goes along with what you were saying, that beauty isn't necessarily perfect, it's more of an "eye of the beholder" type of thing. Though the sonnet is more dealing with love, but its similar.
Err, I believe that's what I mean. The sonnet just came to mind while I was reading your comment.
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