I am, from head to toe.
This world has come to a point where glamour has engulfed so much of our lives that one's appearance matter more than what he or she is, as a human being. She might be a kind hearted girl, very talented and spreads joy wherever she goes. But she is overweight and she has been like that since she remembers. He might be the most intelligent and knowledgeable man in the block, putting your degrees to shame. But he lost his hair too early and has been bald ever since college. Was that his fault? But she will always be described as "that fat girl" and he as "that bald guy" And we do it unconsciously, yes. The question is should we? So I have always been very eclectic with the knowledge I gathered all my school and college life. I have been a very smart girl, out there on podiums and stages battling with words, learning art, music and in love with swimming, ever since I remember. As I grew up, interest in beauty among friends bloomed in leaps and bounds. But for me it was a concept which I never could grasp so easily. My mother, a beautiful lady herself, told me that it wasn't important. I believed her as a teenager. Things started changing in college. Boys and girls with flawless hair and body were popular. Suddenly all the "talent " was absolutely negated with the flip of shiny hair. Yep you might be thinking, an ugly teenager must be whining about her looks, demanding her popularity is what this blog is about. I am an established brand manager in a multi national company, today. And I achieved this at a very tender age. But here is the irony, even after achieving what one goes to schools and colleges for, I am pointed out my physical flaws. How is an extra kilo or a lesser inch in height or scanty hair a disability? And these comments come from the educated friends, at parties or meetings. And no I am not offended. Just surprised at the impact glamour can make on us. From childhood to adulthood, I have wondered where is it that my focus should lie, maybe I made the wrong choices.