
I had the opportunity to visit an elderly home near my hometown. The first picture is one of me visiting a bed-stricken woman. She loved taking pictures with foreigners. Totally made her day.
But I really want to write a little something about this second picture. She is only 55 years old and has Downs Syndrome. She loved to sing songs with use (note the song books we brought along- she really wanted a picture holding them.)
She said something that struck me. She become very sad at one point during our visit. I caught her looking around at myself, a few other foreigners and young national students. She said, "I'm not beautiful. I want to be beautiful. I want long hair like you."
I don't know why it affected me so much. Her room was, well, small, dirty, and cluttered. Her life consisted of a monotonous routine. Still, what struck me was her desire to be beautiful in the eyes of others.
I wanted to say something to her, to let her know that I thought she was beautiful, but it was like my voice was gone. I could only think, Wow, I can't believe it, everyone actually feels like this.
I don't know why on earth it took me so off guard. My home here in the east, much like the U.S. is obsessed with image. I have heard my friends here complain that they are too fat, or too short, or not pretty enough. In every heart there is the longing to be loved, to be called beautiful. Its on the three-story billboards I see everyday, and in a small elderly home in dirty, on story flats.