Incredible commentary on how intrinsically death and womanhood are linked. It's so sad to me how womanhood is terribly villainized in nearly every aspect but in death. The corpse is truly ideal as it cannot talk, cannot want, cannot desire. It serves as a statue of flesh, and even then the beauty of a dead woman is limited. She is not beautiful if she died old, she is not beautiful once her skin bloats and maggots bore into her. She's only beautiful for a short window, and even then is not awake to enjoy it. I feel like it harkens back to girlhood, and how that time for many is one of the only moments a girl can be effortlessly beautiful in her youth and innocence. The irony is the fact that one, you are never aware of yourself when you are most beautiful, and two, the beauty lies in the perceived weakness and purity of the woman. Something, something, something, there's a poem there somewhere :)
thank you for your insightful, considerate commentary :,). beauty is an incredibly fickle thing to lust after, and the "standards" of expectation for women are so contradictory, it's a hell to keep up with, and that's something i definitely wanted to capture in this letter 🤍🏹🦢
Incredible commentary on how intrinsically death and womanhood are linked. It's so sad to me how womanhood is terribly villainized in nearly every aspect but in death. The corpse is truly ideal as it cannot talk, cannot want, cannot desire. It serves as a statue of flesh, and even then the beauty of a dead woman is limited. She is not beautiful if she died old, she is not beautiful once her skin bloats and maggots bore into her. She's only beautiful for a short window, and even then is not awake to enjoy it. I feel like it harkens back to girlhood, and how that time for many is one of the only moments a girl can be effortlessly beautiful in her youth and innocence. The irony is the fact that one, you are never aware of yourself when you are most beautiful, and two, the beauty lies in the perceived weakness and purity of the woman. Something, something, something, there's a poem there somewhere :)
thank you for your insightful, considerate commentary :,). beauty is an incredibly fickle thing to lust after, and the "standards" of expectation for women are so contradictory, it's a hell to keep up with, and that's something i definitely wanted to capture in this letter 🤍🏹🦢