Do all We Care is about How We Look?

Looking good is important, no one will deny that, especially in today's appearance-crazy times. But does it override everything?

Price of unconventional looks

If one doesn't conform to regular beauty standards (especially women), what is the outcome? When one is overweight, or has rough skin, or has alopecia or excessive facial hair?

Does one go into hiding? Or does one desperately try every cosmetic procedure there is to "fit in "? Or does one develop an excessively thick skin, pretending to be unaffected by jeers or taunts?

Class 10 topper from UP, India- Prachi Nigam has amply proven her academic merit, as well as her nerves of steel. When she topped the board examination, she had expected some brickbats (how can you be okay looking like that?).

In any case, living in a country like ours, she must have had more than her fair share of taunts and jeers throughout her growing years.

Blatant Body Shaming

Yet the unprecedented, abusive body shaming is obviously getting to her. People are seeing her facial hair, not her brilliant brains!

In an interview she says resignedly, perhaps it would have been better if she hadn't topped! Then people wouldn't have noticed her face so much.

So this is what we have come to? Annihilation of intellectual, or any other achievement, for failure to look pretty?? Shame on us!!

Don't give up! Ever!

Prachi though, is made of sterner stuff. She says she doesn't care about the trolls much, as shes used to it. Her intellect will see her through, she believes.

More power to her.

Now only if we can train our sorry selves to look beyond the exterior....

#bodyshaming

#looksovermerit

#trolling

#toppers

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