Why are we so obsessed with beauty?

So I'm following this guy named Kent Sutjipto on ask.fm. I've been admiring him since weeks ago, due to his ability in playing with words and turning them into something worth reading. The way he writes really mesmerizes me. He became one of those people I look up to when it comes to learn how to write well. Recently I saw his name on the cover of a novel titled "Meter/Second", then I found out that he is a writer! (yeah it didn't surprise me much) One of his writings is truthfully good that I can't resist not to sharing it. So I decided to post it on my blog (I want to thank him for the words), because it's just that beautiful.

Why are we so obsessed with beauty?

Imagine a world without a sight.

A world where blindness was natural. And only a minuscule fraction of us could see how others looked like.

Imagine if we were born without eyes.

You woke up from your slumber and the morning scent grazed your nose. Yet the darkness didn’t lift. The world was as bright as it would ever be. You groped through darkness with both your hands thrust forward, searching for the clothes inside your wardrobe. And you would fumble through it, endeavoring to undo your shirt button before you put it around you.

You would run your hands through your fridge looking for eggs; through the cabinet searching for a bag of coffee; through another cabinet for a frying pan; and through the kitchen set fumbling for a gas knob before turning it to the right hearing a cackling sound and feeling relieved when you felt warmth and simultaneously smelled the aroma of gas tickling your nose.

It’s hard. Living without vision is.

Sense of sight has become so important to us that we often forget to consult our other senses. We become  so obsessed with beautyfing ourselves: starving ourselves to get approval from others, buying things we don’t need to blend in with people we don’t even like, having our faces cut to fit in the shape of what society thinks is beautiful.

We do so much physical beautification that we forget that our inside is equally, or probably more important than the outside.

Imagine a world without sight.

If the whole world were blind,

How many people would you impress?

How many would have fallen in love with you?

How many lives would you have touched?