World in Your Eyes

I've just finished the story of Alice Walker, Beauty: When the Other Dancer is the Self. I think it is a bitter story, because it again reminds how people can be shallow. All of us are aware the importance of physical appearance in almost every area. People cannot leave this judgement, because it is always said or taught in this way. We are surrounded by the walls of norms that describe what beautiful is. Despite of its subjectivity, people try to fit in. We live in a world where different is ugly. I find the story bitter, because I am aware of this truth and I do not want to compromise with it. Alice is a little girl who lives the happiness to be found cute and adorable till an accident happened. After she is shot by her brothers' toy gun, she inevitably changes. The peace inside her replaces angry and disappointment due to her blind eye's appearance. She gives up her hopes 'accidently'. Her fight is not with blindness, not anything but being beautiful again. Then I read the words of Alice's daughters' words: 'There is a world in your eyes.' Alice is ready to brace her kid's terrifying reaction because she is familiar the cruelty of them in her childhood experiences. Then she suddenly feels very relief. It makes me think, if it is possible to preserve the purity of ourselves. When we were little, everything is so unique, so unusual and unpredictable. I wish for a world like that.

I don't know the reason but this story makes me remember the snow globes which I just shaked and felt so happy in my childhood...