Monday, January 21, 2013

Shut the vermin out

This morning, I read this article about Nigella Lawson and her fantastic retort to ABC, for airbrushing her stomach. Telling the media that “That tum is the truth and is come by honestly, as my granny would have said”, what Nigella did is simply inspiring. With that one line, Nigella told the world that no one has any business to tell her how to look, or to lay claim that she has to look a certain way to go on a hoarding or a poster.

It has always baffled me how the world pivots around the appearance of a person. If you’re tall, they say something. If you’re short, they say something. If you’re well built, they say something. If you’re skinny, they say something. If you’re dark skinned, they say something. If you’re white skinned, they say something.
If you’re beautiful in their eyes, then God bless you.
If you’re ugly in their eyes, then the Devil smites you.

People are always going to judge you: not on what you do, but on what you look like. People will always have a trillion things to say about you: not because of how “bad” you are, but because of their shortcomings. What Nigella did offers a life’s lesson, worthy of being internalized by scores of girls across the world. No one has any business making fun the way you look. You look great as you are, and nothing in the universe can change that.

Everyone’s faced this at some point – I’m no grand exception to any prevailing “norm”. What I faced hurt me, just as what you probably faced, hurt you. As a woman in any field – it doesn’t matter if you act, you write, you sing, you dance, you cook, you fight a case in court, or you cure diseases - you will always be judged on your appearance.

Take a cue from Nigella and Aishwarya Rai, even. These were women who stood tall for the way they looked. And it was in that attitude that their beauty existed – not in the aesthetics that the world sees on the outside. What right has the world to say anything about you looking fat? Who gives the world the added privilege to decide that you look too frumpy or too ugly?

There is every sense in surrounding yourself with positive people that encourage your betterment, and not wait with bated breath for you to fall on your face. And that’s when I decided to let the wagging tongues wag, because they know no better. To me, each wagging tongue that decided to judge me on the way I looked is vermin – vermin I don’t care about, vermin that holds no significance in my life, and has no place in my life.

So why should you accommodate the vermin that thrives in your life?