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Dear Diary...

It's such a task to be a woman in the 21st Century! >.<

Women always have woes.. not just the melodramatic ones, but the very genuine ones too.

She's gotta:

Grow her hair and wax her hair,
Cook for four then clean the floor,
Carry bags and social tags,
Raise a child then rest a while.

 She's singular in plural roles,
In your pocket not burning holes,
Runs the house, traps the mouse,
She does it all.. her job's not small.

And only if it ended there! Women, on top of everything, need to maintain a pretty face and a captivating body at any and every point of time. So what if she recently delivered a baby? She has to start watching her diet in order to watch her weight.

The pressure to meet a certain standard of plastic beauty is subtle yet continuous and often stifling!

Photo credit: www.aliexpress.com

Luckily, unconventional beauty- as it is paradoxically termed- is gaining momentum in the entertainment industry. Bespectacled and/or plump female protagonists are being cast in movies and soaps. A section of the audience accepts them too, mostly by categorizing them as offbeat. They are sadly accepted as being mere exceptions to the rule.

These standards of beauty set by glossy magazines and the silver screen affect the way a woman judges herself; she wakes up each morning and stands in front of the mirror to check if she's getting any closer to looking like the cover page model of a best-selling film magazine.

Today it's Women's Day, dear Diary.. and I only pray for a turnaround in the way women are conditioned to measure themselves against the marvels of photo-editing software.

On that note, with oozing optimism, I sign off.

Until next time,

F@bulous. 
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