Rachel

The American
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Beauty ** ** Glamour is something you can't bear to be without once you're used to it. **
 * Loretta Young ** 

     ** **Hollywood **** Glamour **
 * //Blonde Bombshell// //Blue-Eyed Beauty//





[|Blonde Beauty] [|Blue-eyed Beauty]

 I destroyed white baby dolls. But the dismembering of dolls was not the true horror. The truly horrifying thing was of the same impulses to little white girls… To discover what eluded me: the secret of the magic they weaved on others. What made people look at them and say “Awwwww,” but not for me? -Toni Morrison- The Blues Eye (1993, pg. 22)

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 **<span style="font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Edwardian Script ITC'">Blue-Eyed Beauty **

<span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Edwardian Script ITC'"> …Those eyes that held the pictures, and knew sights- if those eyes of hers were different, that is to say, beautiful, she herself would be different…Maybe they’d say, “Why look at pretty-eyed Pecola. We mustn’t do bad things in front of those pretty eyes. <span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Edwardian Script ITC'"> -Toni Morrison- //<span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Edwardian Script ITC'"> The Bluest Eye //<span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Edwardian Script ITC'"> (1993, pg. 47) <span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: Mistral"> "Here was an ugly little girl asking for beauty. A surge of love and understanding swept through him, but was quickly replaced by anger. Anger that he was powerless to help her. Of all the wishes people had brought him--money, love, revenge--this seemed to him the most poignant and the one most deserving of fulfillment. A little black girl who wanted to rise up out of the pit of her blackness and see the world with blue eyes." - Toni Morrison- The Bluest Eye (1993. Pg 144)

<span style="display: block; font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); text-align: center"> **<span style="font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Edwardian Script ITC'"> Beauty Queens ** **<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Curlz MT'">Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs ****<span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Curlz MT'">(Excerpt) ** <span style="font-size: 12pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102)"> By Anne Sexton <span style="font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Curlz MT'"> <span style="font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Curlz MT'">No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and legs made of Limoges, lips like Vin Du Rhône, rolling her china-blue doll eyes open and shut. Open to say, Good Day Mama, and shut for the thrust of the unicorn. She is unsoiled. She is as white as a bonefish. <span style="font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Curlz MT'">Once there was a lovely virgin called Snow White. Say she was thirteen. Her stepmother, a beauty in her own right, though eaten, of course, by age, would hear of no beauty surpassing her own. Beauty is a simple passion, but, oh my friends, in the end you will dance the fire dance in iron shoes. The stepmother had a mirror to which she referred-- something like the weather forecast-- a mirror that proclaimed the one beauty of the land. She would ask, Looking glass upon the wall, who is fairest of us all? And the mirror would reply, You are the fairest of us all. Pride pumped in her like poison. <span style="font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Curlz MT'"> Suddenly one day the mirror replied, Queen, you are full fair, 'tis true, but Snow White is fairer than you. Until that moment Snow White had been no more important than a dust mouse under the bed. But now the queen saw brown spots on her hand and four whiskers over her lip so she condemned Snow White to be hacked to death. Bring me her heart, she said to the hunter, and I will salt it and eat it. The hunter, however, let his prisoner go and brought a boar's heart back to the castle. The queen chewed it up like a cube steak. Now I am fairest, she said, lapping her slim white fingers.

<span style="font-size: 36pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Edwardian Script ITC'"> [|Beauty Kills]
 * Cost of Perfection**

Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room.
 * __<span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Freestyle Script'"> I Died For Beauty __**<span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Freestyle Script'">
 * <span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(255, 0, 102); font-family: 'Freestyle Script'"> I died for beauty, but was scarce

He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth - the two are one; We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a-night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.

Emily Dickinson **

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