Sasha Pieterse’s breasts

“Criticism of others is thus an oblique form of self-commendation. We think we make the picture hang straight on our wall by telling our neighbors that all his pictures are crooked.”

Fulton J. Sheen, Seven Words of Jesus and Mary: Lessons from Cana and Calvary

Yesterday, I was scrolling through my Instagram feed*, I thumbed upon a celebrity’s wedding pictures. It was Sasha Pieterse.

During my ignorant youth, I started following a lot of irrelevant magazines and celebrities, and the parade of their fake, or even worse, real happiness dragged daggers through my mental health.

Nevertheless, here I was, staring at her wedding photos and the comment section was a war zone (typical).

Sasha Peterse & Hudson Sheaffer wedding
Credit: Elizabeth Messina

 

There were the all-loving supportive fans cheering their happiness, the not-so-loving fans criticizing the depth of the cleavage, and the martyr defendants scolding and shaming the aforementioned critics.

My train of thought fell off the rails juxtaposing these views, and here is the gist of my brain’s production:

To the martyr defendants:

 

Aren’t the very same magazines and fashion shows promoting certain looks, praising the cuts, the curves, the colours? Then why can’t people have equally negative opinions about a certain object? Are we so utterly generic that individuals can’t have unique opinions?

Not everyone enjoys/likes/fancies the same things. Why should the praises be shouted from the rooftops and the criticisms trashed?

To the critics of the dress:

 

The radius of the boob coverage in a wedding dress will not define a person or the depth of their happiness. If a person decided to go topless on her special day, the inner layers of their personality is not altered by the outer layers of their garment. You have all the right to dress your breasts according to your own personal preference.

I certainly had an opinion as well, but if it were my friend, instead of showering her with my own rain of biased preference, hence clouding her jubilant sun, I would merely express my delight of her merriment.

Then again, we are all to be at the receiving end of disapproval, after all.

What do you think?

*Side note: I am sharing my personal Instagram account, which is a bit out of my comfort zone, but I’ve decided to do what scares me.

 

13 Responses

  1. instead of showering her with my own rain of biased preference, hence clouding her jubilant sun, I would merely express my delight of her merriment.”

    Just to compliment you on a well-turned phrase.

  2. I think……it is a pleasure to watch how you have grown these past few months. You have honed your ideas and writing style, the way you communicate an idea. It’s leaps and bounds, brilliant and stunning.

    1. Oh, Laura, Thank you. It has been a pleasure knowing you and reading your work for me <3 Thank you, thank you, thank you x

  3. I second Laura’s praise and third it while I’m at it. As for the rest: the paparazzi and the media only give us what we crave. If there were no audience for any of it, it would wither up and blow away. Good for her being confident enough in her beauty to flaunt it. I hope her confidence in her self is equal to the task of disregarding the nastiest of the critics as what they are: envious, embittered trolls.

  4. I have no idea who this woman is, and I’ll most likely never meet her. So why should I be concerned with how she chooses to dress? If she wants to show her cleavage, then that’s her decision. It seems like no matter how women dress/look, it’s always wrong to somebody.

    1. That’s true, and that was my point my as well. You can’t always please everyone, so why are they fighting to all agree on one opinion.

  5. You are such a good writer/thinker. I agree. The photo looks staged. 🙂 It’s sad how quickly criticism can jump into our minds. Again, I agreer…We do have the right to dress our breasts anyway we choose….and name them if that helps. 🙂 Thanks and congrats on expanding your comfort zone.

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