A makeover

You ever watch those make over shows? Some poor soul is attacked by some know it all judges who let them know in no uncertain terms that they are AWFUL, have no taste in clothes, in fact, everything they own should be burned because no one with any self respect would be caught dead in them.

The poor soul, having no choice but to try to appear to be a good sport, allows themselves to be completely re-done, head to toe, often with a change of hair color/style, plastered make up and a new wardrobe that reflects who the attacker is... and has nothing to do with who the poor soul is.

The attackers then smugly proceed to unveil all their undoings and everyone cries about how finally, poor soul has been saved from her own self delusions of who she was and made to conform to the attackers delusions of perfection. It's dreadful. The worst self mockery or self denial, even her family tells her the smug attackers are so much better than the poor soul at knowing what's best for her.  Poor soul always cries, "I don't know what I was thinking!" I always want to grab her by the shoulders and shake her, "you WEREN'T thinking! you were BEING!  And there's nothing wrong with that."

So many folks miss the boat.  They worry so much about the appearance of things that they miss any meaning to be found. They are slaves to some unknown master, how things should be, never realizing that there's nothing wrong with things being as they are. Or changing what needs to be changed without focusing on the exterior, learning that the interior is much more important. Why you are doing something is far more important than how. Losing sight of their own missions because they never honestly defined them to begin with. Or worse, thinking that their mission is to change another without seeing that they were attracted to the other in the first place because of who they were... not who they wanted them to be.  More likely, who they wanted to be but can't see themselves because of all their rules on what things are supposed to look like. 

I'm sure the attackers started out with some idea of wanting to make people happy. Most people have the best of intentions.  They just get caught up in the me, me, me's of it all. They start feeling like they are sooo clever, sooo wise, no one else could possibly be as good as they.  And they lose sight of what's real... WHO matters, not WHAT. It's a sad phenomenon. One that pisses me off-- I can't STAND to watch those shows.  Even the commercials annoy me.  Even when it's a show I like to watch... I turn it off. I feel so bad for the poor soul who doesn't know their own beauty, their own self worth and most importantly, that its not what's outside that counts.

Didn't your mama teach you that?