Thursday, June 26, 2014

Superficiality

We live in a world that "requires" a certain beauty standard we have to follow, otherwise we won't feel beautiful. At least, that's how I feel living in New York City all my life. Wherever you turn, there are billboards and ads, magazines and television commercials with stick-thin women and chiseled, muscular men advertising for their respective perfume or clothing companies. Sometimes I wonder how it got this way; the trends for fashion and beauty definitely was not the same fifty years ago.

http://wa1.cdn.morefm.co.nz/morefm/AM/2013/10/31/9530/perception-of-beauty.jpg?quality=70
Our society in NYC definitely puts an unnecessary pressure on our population; it's not just adolescents who get affected, but even small children see this image that they feel they have to live up to. Who dictated the rule that females needed to be under a certain weight to feel beautiful? Who announced the rule that girls must wear pink and boys must wear blue? I've seen my fair share of reality TV shows and "beauty" transformations in the tabloids and news outlets and always wondered how our society became fixed on this definition of beauty.
In Spring 2014 I was enrolled in an Intercultural Communications class and one of the groups in my class presented different versions of beauty. I saw that different societies had different ideas of what it meant to be beautiful: while the US has standards of thin women and muscular men, communities in Africa for example like the curvy women because it showed a sign of wealth and happiness. In many parts of Asia, people wear what looks like ski masks to the beach to maintain their porcelain complexion, while in the US, it's considered "beautiful" to have bronzed, tan skin.
Beach attire in China: http://www.chicagonow.com/cinnamon-twists/files/2012/08/jp-masks1-popup-624x415.jpg
Tanning in the US: http://www.theamericanmag.com/uploaded_images/article_3912_GIV9u4yOEt.jpg
Everyone has different perceptions of beauty, whether it's pale or tan skin, using heavy makeup or none at all, plump or skinny figures, to wearing headwear and conservative clothes. Maybe because I speak with a psychology background, I believe we should be more accepting to all cultures and all sizes and appearances; it makes for a more tolerable community and also makes us more open-minded to the things we can't necessarily relate to. It improves relations among each other and sets a better example for our younger generations to follow.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Never Permanently Gone

It's been more than five years now since You went away, but the picture I have sitting on my desk of You continue to remind me of Your presence in my life every day. Many religions I learn about in school talk about death and people going to heaven, or being reincarnated, and honestly, I'm still not sure what's the truth: I've always been a questioner of religion because if there was a higher being, I don't understand why there is a need to take away the good people in life. If there was a choice, why couldn't the evil-doers in our community be the ones taken away, and not the ones who have done nothing to harm others and instead have been role models and loving individuals in their family and friend circle?

The pain of losing someone so important to you rarely goes away, although it may get a little easier as the years pass. I find that as the pain starts to subside, so do the memories; unfortunately with time comes the passing of the vivid recollections of the times you spent together and the intimate moments and laughs you once shared. I find it more and more difficult to conjure up the soothing advice You would provide me, Your kind voice, and Your giving nature. Sometimes I resent myself for letting those memories slip away because I swore I would never forget You. And sometimes I cut myself some slack because I know that You are always looking out for me, wherever you are, and You know that I carry You in my heart wherever I go to keep me safe.

It's the times when I get visits from You in my dreams that bring me so much joy, knowing that if I can't see you physically on earth, You are still there to converse with me in my dreams. Honestly, I do wonder whether people who have passed communicate through the dream world, and I'd like to believe they do. It gives people the chance to say things they didn't get to say to their loved ones before they left. It gives me the opportunity to get advice from You again and just to hear Your voice and be near You again. There's times when I feel overwhelmed and need You to be there for me, and while I know I can't just call out to You and You come running anymore, I know You're still there supporting me and somehow helping me make my decisions with me.

I know that death is a scary, taboo topic that no one likes to talk about, but it's a way of life, unfortunately. Some people are taken away from us way too soon, and You are one of those people. I miss You every day, but I know that You are never permanently gone. For everyone who has lost someone near and dear to them, they are never permanently gone from your life; I truly believe that they become the angel that looks after you when you least expect it, and they're following you wherever you go. I believe they are there to break the fall when you make mistakes, and there to lift you higher when you achieve great things. Whether it's fact that they are still around us, we should be striving to aim higher and dedicate our hard work in memory of them and make them proud. I hope that I am doing You proud and will accomplish great things for you to smile fondly at me from wherever you are.