Over the past couple of weeks I have been musing on happiness. Specifically on our public images. Someone commented on last month's body image entry, that constantly seeing media portrayal of air-brushed beauty can damage our self-image. It got me thinking while perusing the pages of a fashion magazine, that they send another subliminal message, too.
No one looks happy.
Vacant, detached, ferocious, dazed, tough, wanton, imperious, ambivalent... no happy.
We hold up these "edgy" looks as iconic desirable states to attain. I don't know about you, but I don't want to strive to maintain a cool detached demeanor. A moving manequin of unflappability. And I don't really like to spend a lot of time with other people like this.
These images suggest a notion strength and invincibility. But it's much harder to allow yourself vulnerability and trust that you will grow through it and emerge better. What if the true strength lies in showing a little truth?
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