Am I Pretty? – Or, Stop Containing Yourself in Five Letters

The following video is a powerful, thought-provoking spoken word performance by the wonderful Katie Makkai, on the topic of beauty, of being ‘pretty’, of how we teach it through generations, and how often womanhood is reduced to whether you’re conventionally attractive.  And yes, I am aware that the video is a couple of years old, I even shared it on my old blog 1½ years ago. The message however, is timeless and sadly just as important today as it was back then.

When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, “What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? What comes next? Oh right, will I be rich?” Which is almost pretty depending on where you shop. And the pretty question infects from conception, passing blood and breath into cells. The word hangs from our mothers’ hearts in a shrill fluorescent floodlight of worry.

“Will I be wanted? Worthy? Pretty?” But puberty left me this funhouse mirror dryad: teeth set at science fiction angles, crooked nose, face donkey-long and pox-marked where the hormones went finger-painting. My poor mother.

“How could this happen? You’ll have porcelain skin as soon as we can see a dermatologist. You sucked your thumb. That’s why your teeth look like that! You were hit in the face with a Frisbee when you were 6. Otherwise your nose would have been just fine!

“Don’t worry. We’ll get it fixed!” She would say, grasping my face, twisting it this way and that, as if it were a cabbage she might buy.

But this is not about her. Not her fault. She, too, was raised to believe the greatest asset she could bestow upon her awkward little girl was a marketable facade. By 16, I was pickled with ointments, medications, peroxides. Teeth corralled into steel prongs. Laying in a hospital bed, face packed with gauze, cushioning the brand new nose the surgeon had carved.

Belly gorged on 2 pints of my blood I had swallowed under anesthesia, and every convulsive twist of my gut like my body screaming at me from the inside out, “What did you let them do to you!”

All the while this never-ending chorus droning on and on, like the IV needle dripping liquid beauty into my blood. “Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? Like my mother, unwrapping the gift wrap to reveal the bouquet of daughter her $10,000 bought her? Pretty? Pretty.”

And now, I have not seen my own face for 10 years. I have not seen my own face in 10 years, but this is not about me.

This is about the self-mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns in. About women who will prowl 30 stores in 6 malls to find the right cocktail dress, but haven’t a clue where to find fulfillment or how wear joy, wandering through life shackled to a shopping bag, beneath those 2 pretty syllables.

About men wallowing on bar stools, drearily practicing attraction and everyone who will drift home tonight, crest-fallen because not enough strangers found you suitably fuckable.

This, this is about my own some-day daughter. When you approach me, already stung-stayed with insecurity, begging, “Mom, will I be pretty? Will I be pretty?” I will wipe that question from your mouth like cheap lipstick and answer, “No! The word pretty is unworthy of everything you will be, and no child of mine will be contained in five letters.

You will be pretty intelligent, pretty creative, pretty amazing. But you, will never be merely ‘pretty’.”

Eyes On Me
Personally this is something I have struggled with, and continue to struggle with. I think most women do, even if it is subconsciously. We might have consciously accepted the unreasonableness of the demands, the illogical nature of being judged on your appearance, yet, most of us still crave the compliments – even when they’re based on something we had little to no influence on.

That’s not to say it’s wrong to care about how you look, to be interested in fashion or wear make-up. I do however think it’s important to be aware of how our perception of ourselves and of other women (and men) is shaped by the media. Two of my favourite blogs do an awesome job at deconstructing these issues on beauty, self and body image. Please check out Beauty Redefined: Promoting Healthy Body Image & Rejecting Media Beauty Ideals & The Beheld: Beauty & What It Means.

Questions

What did you think of the video? Do you think our society puts too much emphasis on women’s appearance? Do you feel a pressure to fit into a certain mainstream view of what you should look like?

4 Comments

  1. Pretty is six letters.

    • Haha you are absolutely right! I apparently need to learn how to count – at least I spelled it right ;) thank you for pointing it out.

    • I just realised why I made that mistake. It’s what she says in the video and I never thought to check for myself. Lesson learned (I hope).

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