As a woman, of Indian, Caucasian and African American decent, I am appalled at how easily we, women, call the media to dictate our perception of ourselves.
Not only will we allow status and superficial goals to drive our morality, it's sad that we allow the media to contribute to insecurity.
Which prompts me to question, how lost are we?
As women of God, and as a women in general, no matter what race, color or religion, we have allowed man-made ideals to validate our self-worth.
Well that's an easy for me to answer.
It's because we can't possibly love ourselves. We can't possibly know ourselves, if we so easily change our perception of ourselves to fit the masses.
Our drive has shifted, our moral and values lost in the ideals presented to us through the media. We mimic what we are not, to validate us!
It is so sad that we are lost. We desperately need to regain control of our minds.
So, I wrote a poem about beauty and the perception of beauty and what we should see when we are "Naked". I have posted the revisited poem below:
As your bare
not nude lips
cheeks and eyes
no make-up can hide
the truth in your eyes
void of mascara
shimmer and shine
your face speaks
the story of blemishes, moles and black eyes
can no longer hide
what thoughts flow through your mind?
what phrases find
The tip of your lips
as voice seeps
You try to keep your insecurities hidden
want to say positive things
But your criticism speaks
of how you hate
love made handles
and breast of any size
you fight back the desire to cry
depressed at how
marks stretched long and wide
share your story
the one you didn't want to tell
cellulite bears the pain
of memories held
and you continue to find the negative in the
that has been with you in this walk of life
because for the first time you see
in the eyes of the beholder as our predecessors say
should be the driving force behind your desire to be great
morality defines value
of a woman God ordained to carry life
and we are the immediate reflection of our past
we are the model for our future
yet man made perceptions taint
what we know as beautiful
so in the absence of the man who does not see
the woman of grace
with lack of fear in her eyes
the woman of strength
with lack of jealousy in her heart
the woman of life
with lack of hatred in her spirit
I say to you my sister
I love you
and we are virtuous women
lover and barer of life
seekers of peace
and conscious minds
in active pursuit to be what God has defined as