Bitch

There is a concerted effort in the media today debunking the artificial beauty.

And who are these synthetic beauties - the wafer thin models parading down their wares on the ramps, adorning the billboards and generally peering down on us from every shop window.

The rationale for branding this class as non-natural -not unnatural or ethereal but non-natural -
is the fact that they make the everyday woman feel inadequate. They bring psychological and physiological disorders and are proponents of general misery in the majority.

Today every writer worth his ink is championing the cause of the everyday woman – “the real beauty”.

Hmmm… interesting.

Logical.

Maybe yes, maybe not.

But is it possible we decode the above mentioned sentiment in some other manner and stretch the argument in another “irrelevant” direction.

Tiger Woods is not a golfer.

Somerset Maugham is not a writer.

Brendo is not an actor.

Why?

Because the years of dedication, hard work and commitment they put in to perfect their craft, change what is acceptable, set new standards, is nothing but a devious ploy to deride us.

Those bitches and bastards punish their bodies and minds just to humiliate us.

It is not a commitment to their art and craft but a conspiracy against us – “the real people”.

That pain is not real.

It is just a sham.

That reminds me of a conversation that a “real beauty” had with a “synthetic beauty”.

Real Beauty: “You are not real, I am”
Synthetic Beauty: “True. I am a thing of dreams and you an ugly reality.”

Accept the fact you lack the commitment to exercise.

Accept that you cannot resist those delicacies.

Accept the fact you don’t have the resolve to get up every day and burn that fat.

And accept you are fat ugly blob.

Or Celebrate mediocrity.

And this post makes me a writer par excellence, Hemingway is a just a figment of our collective imagination.

P.S: And don’t you write back about eating disorders, bulimia or any such thing. I am not condoning any such acts. It is our hatred towards anything that tries to rise above the average that disgusts me.