Sea Boyd REviews the World

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To Whom it May Concern:

This is a letter to everyone who has ever been fooled into thinking that beauty has an unreachable standard. It is for anyone who knows better.

I’d like to think of myself as a confident woman as well as a person who is able to live outside the realm of superficiality. I’m really not even one to get up on a soapbox about things. Some days are harder than others, but I always give myself points for trying. 

After all, I do live in a time where airbrush, hair extensions, and plastic surgery control the “beauty” world.

We’re all walking around being constantly (and willingly) bombarded by unrealistic images of what beauty looks like. The chances of a young person having a positive body image are slim to none (no pun intended).

How is it that we are all completely aware of the airbrushing and hair extensions and plastic surgery and still, we let it continue?  We all know that youth fades and that everyone has imperfections, no matter how famous they are, but we don’t act accordingly.

Obviously, we, as individuals do not put the skinny, airbrushed model on the covers of magazines, but as a society, we accept her. We buy the magazines and the products advertised in them. We buy the mascara even when we know the model is wearing false lashes. We judge the flaws even when we share them.

Even the people who put forth this beauty propaganda know that we are aware of their dishonesty, and yet they never surrender. We continue this war dance year after year, decade after decade, with no end in sight.

All of the contradictions are enough to make you believe that true beauty doesn’t actually exist. Maybe beauty is like Big Foot and we are all following its tracks deeper into the darkness of the forest.

Ok, Maybe it isn’t as dramatic as all that but it feels that way. Of course, there are exceptions and those who realize that beauty is deeper than skin. The problem is that those people are not winning the war against the air brushers and digital enhancers. 

How do we, the rebels, overthrow the evil empire?

I think I have a plan. It has been said that enemies can be killed with kindness, well this day; I propose we take that notion a step further. I say we kill our enemy with sexy. Yes, you read correctly. I have decided to start a new campaign. I’m calling it Sexy Anyway.

What does this mean?

It means that from this day forward, we are saying ‘no’ to the beauty standard. It means accepting the curves or lack there of, the stretch marks, the cellulite,the big boobs, the small boobs, the glasses, and the freckles.

It means we have to know that Jennifer Aniston’s haircut will not look the same on our head, and more than that, we have to be okay with it. Sexy Anyway means knowing that we will never have Halle Berry’s skin, not because it probably gets airbrushed a lot, but because it’s hers and we have our own!

By no means am I proposing that we never wear make up or comb our hair, but never again will we do it in effort to reach the standard. We must be beautiful only for ourselves and for no one else.

We must all agree that beauty is real and that it lives out in the open. There is no need to follow superficial footsteps. It lives in the freckles and the short hair and the long hair. It lives in the curves and the lines. It lives wherever we want it to.

This new campaign means accepting what the empire would call flaws and being sexy anyway. 

 Sincerely,

Chelsea Boyd

The body of your life.

Our eyes. This is perspective. This is the shape through which we see the world. Sometimes our vision is blurry. We must be aware of that.

Our skin. This is the security blanket. It is not important that it be beautiful. It is important that it belongs to us and that we are comfortable in it.

Memories. Experiences. Moments. Lessons learned. These are our bones. They hold us up.They remind us that what we break, life often mends. Don’t be afraid.

Our hopes and dreams and plans and mistakes and humor and idiosyncrasies and likes and dislikes and wants and needs and fears and leaps of faith and courage and stubbornness and timidness and all of the traits that make us who we are. These are our muscles. Exercise them.Every day.Grow them strong.

Our Internal organs. Our hearts. Our lungs. So on and So forth. These are the people we take with us. The ones we would struggle to live without. Our family. Given and chosen. The influencers. The difference-makers. Sometimes they fail us. Sometimes a transplant is necessary. Most of the time, they do more for us than we realize. They keep us alive.

And Love. Love is the connective tissue.

Keep it together.

These were my thoughts..in order…while watching the 2013 Grammy Awards:

Taylor Swift: Tay Tay…girl. You’re cooler than that…I think.

Elton John and Ed Sheeran: It shouldn’t have been…but that was actually boring.

You go Mumford and Sons.

Thank JESUS for JT

Who let the DREAM leave his house?

Kelly Clarkson won American Idol. You can cancel the show now.

Legendary Singers like Sting and Elton John singing contemporary songs by/with contemporary artists is not as cool as it used to be.

Prince is the fucking flyest person in the world…THE WORLD!

Elton John, Mavis Stables, Zac Brown, Alabama Skies, Mumford and Sons, T-Bone Burnett…How come we weren’t doing this the whole time?

Juanes is covering Elton John and most people probably turned the channel 2 hours ago.

Sometimes I’m like, “whatever, Frank Ocean” and then other times I’m like “Ok. I see you Frank Ocean” Tonight I was like “…..”

LL Cool J is definitely about that “grammy moment” life. +2 points for always being more excited than the rest of us.

NONE of this matters because Justin Timberlake finally stopped holding sexy hostage and the world is better now.