'God has blessed me to be confident' what a contradiction I thought, as I sat watching these glamorous women prance around with a face full of make-up and their breast half out. Past the mask of beauty and glitz and glamor of some of these camera hoars, only crying out for attention, was a deep secret. One thing all these women in front of the camera had in come was being born to look like daddy, and now looking like mother dear, or rather in some cases serious and I emphasis the word ATTEMPT to look like females. I wasn't sickened by their choices, but rather saddened, that they felt they had to be some one they weren't. Irrespective of the continuous assertions that this is what the good lord had meant them to be, and may have made a mistake along the way!
These women or men, were in search of self-acceptance but I felt the masquerade to this transgendered lifestyle distances them from it. It also raised issues with plastic surgery and make-up, has the world become so disillusioned with the issue of beauty and perfection, that we forget in all essence what is important. With millions of dollars being invested and spent of the cosmetic industry, the world is fully immersed in its own egotism and conceitedness, and there is only hope for a few the escape the clutches of vanity. Though I admired the beauty of some women, all they remained were works of art, a beautiful painting painted with sorrow.
'This was the close I was going to get to fame', the cry for attention reeked through the pageant, as many propped, plucked and fluffed nip and tucked pieces. The truth is these women, men or works of art will never be truly complete or satisfied, and will forever chase an object of desire. This essence of reality was unbeknown to all contestants, and separated them and all those who choose to chase material assets or beauty, from true happiness, and being at one with one's self.
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