'The Bluest Eye' By Toni Morrison Destroys Beauty Ideals

'The Bluest Eye' By Toni Morrison Destroys Beauty Ideals

Toni Morrison shines a spotlight on the insecurities that girls and women of color have growing up in a society that favors European features.


"The Bluest Eye" delves into the world of a young black girl growing up in the United States in the 1940s. Morrison boldly and unapologetically confronts the beauty ideals that existed back then, while slyly forcing us as readers to confront our own. The beginning chapters reveal the wish of the young Pecola Breedlove to have blue eyes so that she could be beautiful in a world where everyone sees her as ugly.

Without giving away too much, this novel relentlessly challenges society on the harsh beauty standards that have been set in place and the effect that these standards had on young girls growing up who don't fit within these ideals. Morrison is a prominent African American author who would have been the same age as the main character in 1941 (when the novel officially begins); however, it was written in 1970, nearly 30 years later. This breaks down that fourth wall and reveals that regardless of her success, those insecurities brought on by society are stuck.

Always ahead of her time, Morrison challenges the readers of this novel to look past the difference in time and setting and acknowledge the little Pecola that exists within all of us. Though born and raised in the States, I can't hide from my Indian heritage and I don't want to either, I'm proud of it. But when I was younger, the impossibility of being beautiful has stuck with me because my hair is black and my skin is brown. Morrison explores exactly this feeling, this moment in a young girl's (and boy) life where they question their worth due to borders and boundaries that were drawn by people we don't even know and can't even see.

"The Bluest Eye" is a literary masterpiece written in a way that can relate with everyone in all different phases of life, connecting each of us through our insecurities. Toni Morrison challenges each of us to not let those insecurities hold us back from what the World really has to offer.

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To The Girl Trying To Lose Weight In College

"It's not easy, but there’s no feeling quite like realizing you need to buy jeans a size down."

To the girl trying to lose weight in college:

Congratulations! You have chosen the worst time in your life to embark on the tumultuous journey that is weight loss. I’m sure you anticipated that going to college and having access to a gym and the freedom to plan your own meals would make achieving your fitness goals a breeze. In reality, the combination of an endless stream of alcohol, a concerning amount of free pizza, and studying-induced fatigue rendering any thought of exercise laughable all come together in a perfect storm. On top of that, your twenties segue you into a chapter of life where your hormones and metabolism morph. Get used to it. You’re a woman. This ride has just begun. While the acne clusters aren’t eighth-grade awful, they still make regular appearances at the worst times, and your arms developed a certain fleshiness that closely resembles curdled sour cream. Wow, you’re probably thinking. This girl is a mess. It’s not just that I’m a mess (I am); it’s that I’ve been in your unused running shoes for way too long.

The truth is, it wasn’t just in my twenties that I began to have fleshy arms and acne. No, I have been overweight my entire life. If you know me, and are a terrible friend that lies to me about my appearance to salvage what little is left of my pride, you’re probably thinking, She’s not overweight. Well, I am. I have been my entire life. It’s a fact I came to terms with a long time ago and it doesn’t need any more cushioning than my ample assets already provide.

I was a fat kid. It wasn’t puppy fat or chub or anything endearing like that. I ate poorly (behind my dear parents’ backs, who flooded my diet with vegetables and lean proteins) and moved minimally, on top of a genetically predisposed metabolism on par with a Russian tortoise and the big bones of a Slavic weightlifter. I went to doctors and nutritionists and dieticians to try and help figure out some way to combat my weight. When puberty came along, some of that weight redistributed itself to areas of my figure where, I’d discover later in life, a little extra padding went a long way in certain outfits. But I still felt weighed down by the pounds I couldn’t shake.

High school, AKA hell without an advanced degree, heightened my awareness of body image and I began running and swimming competitively (not well, but it was exercise). I explored my own avenues of healthy eating and ended up slimming down before I went to college. I entered my freshman year in the best shape of my life—not exactly ready to don my angels’ wings and strut the runway anytime soon—but I felt confident and ready to take on the next four years. I quickly realized, however, that the typical college lifestyle isn’t exactly conducive with achieving any grand fitness goals.

Alcohol is swimming with bad carbs and calories, even if it doesn’t feel like anything that tastes like lighter fluid should have calories. Then there are the foods you gorge on while intoxicated--quesadillas, chicken tenders, cheese fries, to name a few-- that are rich in salt and fats, and while you might not remember going to In’N’Out at midnight, the scale does. Even sober, that “all-natural, healthy” energy bar you eat to fuel you through the morning is laden with sugar, no better than if you ate an actual Snickers before your 9:00 a.m. class. Even salads can trap you with hidden dangers—a salad loses its “healthy” moniker when you load it up with cheese and a cream-based dressing, on top of an iceberg lettuce base. College is, realistically, the worst time to try and lose weight. You aren’t going to want to hop on the elliptical the morning after you’ve stayed up until 4:00 a.m. either in the library or at that Pike party.

You’re probably wondering why I, a self-proclaimed fat girl, am offering you any type of nutritional advice. Let my life be a warning to you. It’s not only because I’ve seen close to 10 different doctors in my lifetime who aimed to offer dietary help, but because I’m trying. My junior year has brought a new tide of effort to lose weight because I realized in a year and a half I will make my grand debut into the real world and I need to have a semblance of how to independently live a healthy lifestyle. Since coming back from study abroad (where I undid any half-hearted progress I had made in the first two years of my college career), I have stopped eating dairy, red meat, refined sugars, and countless other delicious ingredients of life. And let me tell you: it is not easy, but there’s no feeling quite like realizing you need to buy jeans a size down.

Obviously, I cheat. I am not ordering a kale salad with a pint. I won’t beat myself up for eating a cookie. As Erma Bombeck once said, think of all the women on the Titanic who passed on dessert. I won’t kick myself for missing a day at the gym; I’ll just kick a little harder the next day when I work out. It’s progress, not perfection. The way to lose the pounds is to shed the burden of feeling like the fat girl, and you do that by taking positive action, by loving myself, and by forgiving myself when I don’t meet the mark. Nobody meets the mark. And that might be the heaviest weight we all carry.

I know how hard it is to just try and lose weight in college, let alone do it. If you’re a girl trying to lose weight in college, the fact that you are even trying is worth praise. It takes a certain type of person, at twenty years old, to admit that they want to change. Just the idea of cutting cheese out of my diet was scary, let alone wearing sweat-wicking spandex while doing crunches in front of other people, but something inside me told me that I needed to change. And when I finally did, it wasn’t just my love handles that started shrinking. It was the self-loathing that I didn’t even know what was there that shrunk away, too. As trite as it sounds, when I learned to love black coffee over a caramel macchiato, I learned to love myself.

Losing weight, or even trying to, isn’t about wearing your Victoria’s Secret angel wings for some guy. It’s about being the best you that you can be. The end result is going to take a long time to achieve, but you gain character and strength when you lose the weight. It’s a beautiful paradox. But it’s not easy, and it’s not fast, either. One week you might lose five pounds and the next week, gain three. Whatever the case, don’t lose hope. Every time I get on the treadmill, sweaty and panting and bouncing in places where you don’t want to bounce, I tell myself that though I go slow, I’m lapping everybody on the couch. And that’s enough to keep me moving.


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No, I Do Not Want To Be Beautiful, Yes, I Would Rather Be Rich In Grace

I would rather be rich in intelligence, kindness, compassion, and radiance.


Lately, I have been struggling with what I want to be in this world. Questions like "What is your major?" or "What career do you want to have after graduation?" have become the topic of conversation everywhere. It seems as if everyone is concerned with WHAT you are, instead of WHO you are. Everyone wants to know what your end goal is, and while I am unsure of what I want to be in life, I do know what I don't want to be.

I do not want to be beautiful.

I do not want to be beautiful when there is so much more that I could be. I do not want to enclose myself in a single characteristic of how I appear physically when I could describe what truly makes ME, me.

In today's society, beauty is an objective characteristic that people strive for. Humans deeply desire to be physically attractive to others- we want to be seen as worthy and acceptable. Society's standards for beauty today, however, are not in any way, shape, or form, feasible. We long to be thin, but "thick" at the same time. We want to be tan, but not wrinkly. We apply makeup, we dye our hair, we buy the right shoes, we post the perfectly-angled picture- all to maintain the way in which we are perceived by others.

While taking care of yourself or looking presentable is not wrong or immoral, we have become so engrossed in this unattainable idea of perfection. While I love to put makeup on and get dressed up as much as the next girl, I have found myself wanting to spend that time reading or writing, or anything else that is productive and good for the soul. I have discovered that I do not want to be rich in this superficial beauty that everyone is so obsessed with. I would rather be rich in intelligence, kindness, grace, compassion, and radiance. I want to have a kind heart, a graceful soul, and a thoughtful mind. I want to grow and learn and become a better person. I want to have worldly experiences and cherish my youth, instead of throwing it away by focusing on everything I am not.

So, in the days to come, I will laugh and be happy and relish in this life. I refuse to become a slave to society's standards of worthiness because I know that I am more than enough.

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