Today seemed to be the day of discussions centering around alterations of the human body. I managed to have full converstations about hair dye, nail polish, boob jobs, abortions (ignoring the baby part, just the "not having a belly and boob saggage" part), and gastric by pass within a few hours of eachother.
Generally started because of comments as to my hair: today I died it back to its natural base color that it would appear if I wasnt the type of person to spend a few hours in the sun every day. Because apparently I am not anymore and I was somehow getting roots from natural highlighting.
Which really is obnoxious, because I highlight an orangy/goldish/red color that no one believes is real. But this super-dark color people dont even notice and just assume my hair doesnt bleach despite having legitametly tanned skin. People notice the stangest things.
Which is essentially the theme of this post. Beauty is the strangest thing. As cliche as that saying is, it really does depend on the person what is beautiful. And then there is always the question of, "Do you need to be beautiful?" As in, does it really matter to me what you think?
Answer: sometimes.
I died my hair becuase I was accused (even lightheartedly) of being fake. Now that I am fake, I am percieved as more genuine. This confuses me, but its the truth.
As for the rest of the conversations (nail polish, etc) people were trying to convince me that all of those things are worthwhile, necessary things. I can see the arguments based on health reasons for some, but if health is not the foundation of the arguement, you won't sway me. These things all take money and time, two things I dont just throw around on something that I view as trivial.
Case and point? I got the die for free and it only took an hour, of which I was fully amused because the process was an adventure to me. Thus, it was a life experience as well. Having surgery or painting toes etc, do not strike me as life adventures. I do have piercings and a tatoo, but I also viewed these as life adventures.
Basically, its not "Beauty" I am after so much as entertainment, or broaded visual scope.
Thus what I find truly "beautiful" tends to be situational. For example: I love waterfalls and caves and mountains, but only if I am there. They are not beautiful until I (or someone who I need to relate to) experiences them first hand. Round, happy, pregnant women who are capable of caring for their child always seem stunning to me. Similarly; bright, happy and active children tend to strike me as beautiful. Moments of imperfection that lead to unique things (such as lightning creating class, or things bending due to forces or splatters of paint across something, this is a broad category) I not only tend to collect, but treasure. Basically, is something shiny and unique and purposeful in some way beyond just to look at? Can it teach me something too? Then its proabably beautiful, to me.
My boyfriend will probably be upset that my red-ish hair is once again gone (he has a thing for red heads) but I feel more myself like this. The Hair Dye is about self reflection, not about beauty in the original sense. Thus, I hope he will forgive me.
It will come back after the week long stint on a boat Ill take in a month.
Everything is temporary. Even if its claims permanancy.
(ending on an unjustified, broad claim)
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