In light of the Miss Universe coronation pageant being held tomorrow around 9:00 AM to 9:30 AM Philippine time in Vietnam, I write in tribute to my biggest idols when it comes to feminine beauty. They are the Venezuelans. I have never known any other country who produces the most beautiful faces on the stage of pageants other than this South American nation. Their reputation is uncanny but not surprising at all where their women have been known to take the biggest slice in the purchase of cosmetics throughout the world. Or dress up through their daily endeavors like a Hollywood celebrity clothes herself up for the Oscars or the Emmys! Being beautiful is a an engagement, a duty, and a responsibility in Venezuela as quoted by a website about Venezuelan beauty culture.
Ever since I saw (not in person though) Miss Minorka Mercado compete in the Miss Universe competition in 1994 held here in the Philippines I have been fascinated by the way Venezuela's contestants resemble sculptures of a museum which churns out artworks of astounding physical perfection. Not only are their faces cosmetic wonders but their bodies are to die for. Their grace in the art of walking and sashaying and their bearings are magical dances in the semblance of a magnificent Russian ballet performance. For this reason whenever I have the chance and attention I follow each Venezuelan pageant contestant in every Miss Universe pageant if I can follow it.
Of course we have probably all heard of the numerous world-famous beauty and personality development schools in their country. These future Latina beauty queens are moulded from head to toe, in all aspects of physical perfection from plastic surgery to speech training to posture improvement. Not only do their institutions cater to local women but they also allow foreign beauty contestants who have respect for the sheer professionalism and skill with which they shape pageant winners.
I think I have such great respect and awe for these women because of the hard work, pain and irreplaceable effort and dedication they have given to perfect their craft. Many of them will endure back-breaking hours of the art of walking on heels while watching themselves on mirrors for hours on end. The fitness programs to mold that flabby thigh into slenderness and to eliminate that love handle are long and arduous. Of course the constant need to watch their weight and monitor what they put inside their mouth is essential to eliminate any chance of cellulite in their bodies. The speech classes as well as the lessons of etiquette and grace which enhance their personality development are punishing. The long weeks and the extreme pain endured for the numerous surgeries to manufacture their aesthetic genius are invaluable.
This is my reason for admiring them. For them being a woman is complacency, the willingness to submit to stagnation and remain plain and unubiqitous in a sea of millions. Being just a plain Jane is death for them. They want to stand out through hard work and self-discipline. They want to be Iron Women. Women who are gorgeous, well-mannered and superbly graceful because they choose and work to achieve the many qualities that most women want but would never be caught striving for....
1 comment:
So you picked the winner. I guess you know a winner when you see one.
Take care,
John
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