Lifestyle Thinking out loud

I judge people based on their appearance

I judge and discriminate people based on their appearance.

There, I said it.


Honestly, it feels good!

I know, I know: it is so wrong! I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover and blah, blah, blah. Well, I must admit there’s some truth in this. Sometimes people may surprise you. The Janitor may turn out to have a Ph.D. or the cashier lady in the local store may be the wisest woman on Earth. It happens. And it actually happens often. But it’s another type of “judgment” I am talking about here.

I see a guy wearing a Boss suit. His sparkling white shirt’s sleeves are complimented by golden cufflinks. His hair is perfect and seems as if it can never possibly get messy. The tie matches the suit as if it was made for it. His shoes shine brighter than the sun. Next to him I see a woman with a necklace worth Bolivia’s annual GDP. Her hair and her nails are flawless – she almost looks unreal. It goes without saying that her dress is stunning and one of the inner seams holds a label with a name so popular, that we recognize the brand faster than we can remember our own surname.

Unless I am looking at a magazine photo from the latest Oscar’s ceremony, I can’t help but think: boy; these schmucks must be bloody worthless.

I know what you’re thinking – her poor ass only wishes she can afford this, so now she feels like she needs to bitch about people she doesn’t even know.

Well, if that’s on your mind, I suggest you leave the page right now ’cause we, my dear, have nothing to talk about. If you’re willing to give me the benefit of the doubt however, read on.
It is a fact that I was born in a (financially) poor family. So was my mom which resulted in her doing her absolute best to ensure I get everything I want. Clothes, shoes, jewelry, tech – you name it. Even today, she still puts cash aside and occasionally buys me real nice things (sweet, huh?).

Nowadays, however, I make my own cash. And the truth is, I can afford much more that my parents could back in the days and at a certain age (my early 20’s) I had sold my soul to the Devil. Not Prada’s devil – I had a thing for Cavalli (if you knew what this name means in Bulgarian you’d crack laughing) and Ferré. I even modeled for a while and that only made the addiction worse. But that was before I grew up. Pay attention – that was back in the days when I still didn’t know I was worth anything as a human being. So naturally, I thought possessions would make me worthy.

Everything I told you just now is the reason that I look down on everyone who wears his worth instead of carrying it on the inside.

Don’t get me wrong – I am well aware that many people are born and raised in wealth and have no clue what it means to be (financially) poor. And I actually think they might just be worse than those who once had nothing and suddenly cashed out. Because the second ones I understand (without excusing them of course). The first ones, however, are obviously just ignorant. There are no excuses for pretending that you don’t know what’s happening in the world.

Apparently, they know the cost of everything and the value of nothing.

The worst thing is that society actually worships those particular people. Wake up, you fools! What is it that you admire???

If you don’t know, let me tell you.

You admire people who push you into cages, called fashion, so you can spend the little you earn buying things which can only look “good” (and that’s very questionable) for several months. They lure you into spending your day (it is women I am talking to right now) on shoes, which are literally destroying your feet. And you do not have the entourage of professionals, including masseurs and physiotherapists, to take care of your health once the damage is done.

Guys, they convince you that you can’t be loved and you’re worth sh*t if you’re not wearing the latest [Insert brand name here]. Is this really what you want to believe about yourself? Do you really want to be loved for what you wear and what you have instead of for what you are? I have had this conversation with men and noticed than when it’s face to face they try to turn it into a joke and avoid it. But if you’re reading this somewhere alone, do me a favor and take a second to consider my words. I don’t need the answer. It’s for you.

See, I am not trying to say we should only buy cheap or second hand clothes and dress like hippies. That would be even worse. I am not telling you to go shop from the stores importing from China or Vietnam where they use children as labor force. That’s the other side of the same evil coin. Not only because then you’ll be supporting an abusive industry, but also because you can actually have yourself killed by bad materials, toxic paint and God knows what else.

What I am saying is: care for quality. Pay attention to the companies you are buying from. Every time you buy a piece of clothing, even shoelaces, you’re investing back into the world. And what you invest in will re-create.

Girls, did you know your favorite UGGs are made from animal skin? Guess you did. Did you know then that the animals were SKINNED ALIVE so you can wear these boots? And in all honesty (ask guys): you do not look good with them. When I see you with this type of shoes, I can’t help but think that the only piece missing is your peignoir.
But most of all: (to everyone out there), please stop thinking that following fashion trends makes you cool.

If fashion was created so everyone can demonstrate their inner self, there wouldn’t be “fashionable” items, hairdos, makeup styles, and people wouldn’t all look the same at a particular period of time.

Don’t think that your choices of clothing in your 20’s won’t affect you in the future. Wearing high heels will deform your feet and cause massive back pain problems. Low waist jeans only push your skin ensuring your love handles get bigger and increase the risk of reproduction problems (i.e. because you wanted to be sexy, one day sex may turn out pointless for you). There are a number of other things that you should know when choosing your clothing and it’s not my job to tell you everything.

What I am trying to say is: stop enslaving yourself. Find what is comfortable, compliments your body structure and matches your budget and moral values (the last being said after thinking about the almighty UGGs). It’s that simple.

By Nina Alexander

Nina is the big sister. She's a marketing professional by day, traveler by heart, tech geek, bookworm, beer lover and an amateur photographer. Her motto is Friedrich Nietzsche's famous quote "And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."

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