Who is the judge?
Plato said that “beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” If that’s true, then America has one, mysterious beholder that spreads his thoughts through the minds of all citizens. We spend our lives seeking perfection, whether that be money, lifestyle, family, friends or appearance. We spend our lives critiquing ourselves, convinced that we can always do just a little bit better. We’re never satisfied. We’re never content. We’re never happy.
Who is the judge?
This image of perfection is what leads a teenage girl to hate her own reflection. It’s what makes that alcohol-induced numbness appeal to those weary of their past mistakes. It’s what causes some to cross the street without looking both ways for a passing car.
Who is the judge?
Who is the critic who makes us detest our own bodies, believe ourselves inadequate, look to the future and see only darkness? Who is it that set this model of impeccability, an inaccessible goal for which we all yearn? Who is it that enlisted each of us in an endless competition for superiority?
Be your own judge. Claim your own worth. Look in the mirror and see beauty in your imperfections. The only expectations that matter are your own.
