Dark is beautiful. Is it? Do we seriously believe it? May be, we have started accepting it but there are conditions. It is beautiful till we compare it to fairness. Once we compare, of course, fair is lovelier than dark.
Plato said, ‘beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder’. But aren’t we all blind folded with preconceived notions. We don’t feel beauty, we judge it. We have already defined beauty within boundaries that we are unable to surpass. Fair is lovelier than dark. Slim is sexier than curves. Blue eyes are more desirable than black eyes. How often do we see beyond these notions?
Reading the above two paragraphs, you might have already declared me as ‘dark’ trying to be ‘beautiful’. Well yes, my skin color is dusky but I am not trying to be tagged as beautiful. That’s because I want to believe my complexion doesn’t define my beauty.
I am not trying to debate here on dark being beautiful or not. I am just trying to understand who defines beauty. A smart educated man very recently told me, “I accept I am an Indian and we are trained to believe fair is lovely”. He further says that he finds blue/green eyes more desirable. Though I couldn’t argue with the person, his words made me think about our notions of beauty.
I like tall men but does it mean, all shorter men are unattractive. No, it is not and it shouldn’t. Why do we judge and why do we compare? Can’t we just let it be? Can’t we keep fair and dark both beautiful as well as lovely. Can we start feeling the beauty within a person? When we can love our mother irrespective of her complexion, can’t we not do the same for all.
What should we do or rather what I want us to do? I want us to pick our words carefully. I want us to not define beauty. Because unless we are careful, we will continue to do the same. We will pass on the same notions to our younger generations and this will never stop. Beauty will always remain a captive and so will our minds.