Who defines beauty?

According the the dictionary, ‘beautiful’ can have one of two meanings:

  1. Pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically.
  2. Of a very high standard; excellent.

I would interpret the first definition to mean something that caused joy when looked upon. However, why is this different for everyone? One can look at the psychology of beauty; one can look at the philosophy of beauty; one may even explore the spiritual side of beauty. The fact is, despite the collective thoughts of people around the world, that there is no one answer – and that amazes me beyond belief.

Take a simple, teenage girl, for example. Millions may term her ‘ugly’, and there may be millions more who would insist she was ‘beautiful’. It is unlikely, though, that she will meet so many people in her life. So, for my argument’s sake, let’s say she only met a thousand people from the group that labelled her as ‘ugly’. Is it fair that she would go through her life believing she was ugly?

The definition for ugly, by the way:

  1. Unpleasant or repulsive, esp. in appearance: “she thought she was ugly and fat”.
  2. (of a situation or mood) Involving or likely to involve violence or other unpleasantness: “the mood in the room turned ugly”.

With my unplanned and incredibly unclear post, what I’m trying to say is this:

There may be millions who will try and bring you down by calling you ‘unpleasant or repulsive, especially in appearance.’ Are you going to let these people waste your time? Are you going to listen to people who condense a long series of untrue words into ‘ugly’? Let me tell you one thing –┬áthere are so many millions out there who are going to find you ‘aesthetically pleasing’. So if it is your beauty that defines what you are, you can go look for them. Or if you’re convinced you’re not beautiful, you can spend your life trying to hit back at those that labelled you this.

There’s always more options though, never forget that. One day, you may realize that they are both just words, designed so people can control you. Will you be described with a label?


You woke up that morning to find a spot gracing your face. You frowned, and tried to get rid of it – your forehead turned bright red. You realised you were meant to buy concealer yesterday – it was running out – but you’d forgotten. You rush to get ready because you have spent too much time looking at yourself in the mirror – and put on something comfortable – your oldest top; you run into college, then realise it is school pictures day.

You know the morning I’m talking about?

We all have mornings where nothing seems to be going right, where all you want to do is crawl into your bed and you wish everyone would disappear. Even your friends are suddenly sprouting rubbish from their mouths, and people you dislike… well, let’s not even go there. Bottom line is this: if you are having a bad morning – or, in fact, a bad day – anything and anyone you expect to go right for you will almost definitely go left.

So my question to you is this: How do you deal with it?

I was inspired to write this after I had a particularly bad morning. I don’t want to rant about it, but I’ll give you a general idea – a bruised back, a sore behind, and printers that just refused to work.

A few tears may have leaked from my eyes – but why do people feel it is something to be ashamed about? Every time I have a bad morning, built up of tiny things going wrong, they just seem silly if anyone asks me what the matter is; rather than an explanation, “I’m having a bad morning.” ┬áseems to be the excuse I visit often. It is just not ‘right’ to start telling someone all your little grievances, and so they have to settle for a polite answer – despite the fact that THEY asked. However, if someone didn’t want to know, they wouldn’t ask – if they care enough to want to know and help, is it polite to turn them away?

If someone you knew was upset because of a bad morning, would you ask them about it? If you did ask them, would you expect to be told all the nitty-gritty details? Or would you think, “Oh no. Please no details. Please just say you’re fine.”

I’d love to read any input.

Thanks for reading!

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