I wrote this poem after I woke up one morning, looked at myself in the mirror and seriously questioned whether I should get Botox. And then I seriously questioned my own mental state for even considering it. And then I thought, WTF, why am I wasting so much time and energy worrying about how I look. And then I wondered, well if I am occasionally fixated on these fine lines on my forehead, how many other millions of women (and men) are obsessing about body image? And then I speculated that if we weren’t worrying about our bodies all the time, that surplus energy could power the whole planet. So then I asked myself, how do we get out of this self-critical cycle of insanity?
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I have an obsession with beautiful things. Beautiful furnishings, beautiful food, beautiful dresses, beautiful music, beautiful photographs and definitely beautiful shoes. And from a very early age I have been passionate about making the world a better place, somehow. That may sound kind of self-important or naïve, but for as long as I can remember social justice has been a driving force in my life. Whether it was collecting coins for charity when I was six, reading books for the MS Read-a-thon, volunteering at Amnesty International and refugee organisations, or working to prevent violence against women. It is all I’ve ever wanted to do. These two parts of myself have always seemed dichotomous and contradictory...