Horror stories to keep you awake: are we obsessed with looking (and being seen) well?

 

 

Mirror, mirror, mirror... 
Who is the most handsome in the independent republic of my house? 
 

— If you have ever asked yourself these questions when no one sees you, a la Paranormal Activity… 

—If you have the guts to set up an altar to some ancient demon in exchange for eternal beauty…

So the real question you should ask yourself, the scariest of all, is…are you obsessed with looking (and being seen) good?

Today in our special Halloween post, we unravel the (horror) movie for you.

Legends of an obsession

The obsession with beauty is something that worries us, torments us and disturbs us since the world began.

(In fact, the only thing that has changed is what we understand by beauty in each era. )   

Our body image affects how we look, how we feel, how we relate to the rest of the world...   

And the move comes when the concern about seeing each other and being seen well absorbs other parts of our life like Infernal Possession.   

There is no trick or treat here, just data to get rid of the scares:   

Not even the surgeon is spared from the Kardashians

All of us here present have looked in the mirror at some point and felt that intense concern about what we saw in the reflection:

● The skin: nightmarish pimples, blackheads darker than Annabelle's soul, small wrinkles for which to make a pact with the devil...

● Hair: we see the first receding hair or gray hair as if announcing our Final Destination, body hair to mutate into Werewolf...

● Our body (serrano): being whiter than Nosferatu, that belly that can no longer be removed like the curse of The Ring, that even the spirit of Scary Movie looks more macho than you...


● […]

The list is longer than the Halloween saga and the obsession with our image is more immortal than Michael Myers.

Of course, we refuse to sit idly by. We are going to face our monsters. But for that, first, we have to know where they are hiding.  

Why do they call it obsession when they mean...  

🥵 Culture of beauty. Nothing feels better than compliments from a grandmother, but a friendly reminder that this is how we learn from childhood that how the rest of the world sees us matters… a lot.

🧟‍♂️ Zombie self-esteem. Your self-esteem has a lot of facets (your job, your relationships, your morals...), but if we insist that our value depends 100% on our image, the rest of the pieces that build your self-esteem remain like The Walking Dead.

🤴 Victims of the canon on duty. No one is going to tell you, explicitly, that you have to look like William Levy. But when you see half the world drooling over the same type of body/face/call him x... well, you'll have to take the hint.

👻 Posturing = fantasizing. The networks function as a gateway to a parallel reality (which is not always real), a reality show simulation where it seems that they are (and we are) evaluating us 24/7.

🤑 Bewitched by money, money. Operations, diets , gyms ... and yes, also creampies. Every industry sells itself as if they were the definitive solution to all your scratches, but the only thing that changes in the end is your checking account.

🤐 The silence... of the complexes. Have you ever heard gym bros talking about their insecurities while bench pressing? Well that: what is not spoken, does not exist.

Saying “Back off, Satan” to beauty obsession

We could talk to you about how to give yourself a boost of self-esteem, about male mental health #SinFilters, about how to get rid of aesthetic fears like someone who takes off their mask on Halloween...

But we would be leaving out the most important thing.

And this does not "fix" turning off the tap on those things that fascinate you: sports, creams, signing up in shop windows when you walk, your bilirubin rising after a like or an unexpected match...

Because it is not wrong to want to see ourselves (and be seen) well.

Of course, first you have to go back to the mirror, get naked and face all those dodgy things that don't let us fully accept who we are, what we see and what we don't, without filters, without costumes and without fears involved. 

And so working hard, our next level stops being a horror story and becomes one of… self-love.

PS: And if you were planning to show off your pibonexico side with a costume that will make your hair (and other things) stand on end this Halloween...   

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We do cool right,
Siwon