Meat Market

A friend of mine sent me a link to this film called Yellow Roses...be sure to check it out.
Here is a comment left by one of their viewers I thought was pretty interesting...www.yellowrosesfilm.com


I’m looking at a model staring out from the shoreline on the front cover of a magazine. Girls, you know her. We see her practically everyday, she’s the actress who can fake sexy so well that they make her the star. She’s the 16 year old singer, rising to fame after a breast augmentation and lip injections. She’s the girl always walking the red carpet in designer dresses and a man for a purse.

According to People Magazine, She only dates millionaires, musicians, pro athletes, or bad boys who’s name she’s tattooed and will have removed in two years after their divorce. She’s the girl on the cover with long tossled hair stretching over the side of her eye while the wind catches just enough of it to stun all who gaze upon her. She is highly produced, like artificial sweetener, yet the photographers, hair and make up teams refuse to show us any sign of something that makes her human. We’re longing for something real. Like a PMS zit, bed hair or mascara smeared from crying- just a clue that she can even cry in the first place.

Her body is infectious, full of sensual symmetry and bone structure. Her skin has the peachiest fertile glow, normally reserved for the angels. For a minute I envy everything about her. I’m hooked, and soon following will be a bloody battle of tearing and dissecting myself apart to concede to her. She wins, she always wins. Luckily before this bloodshed begins, God hits a switch and I am instantly reminded of my husband Chad.

Chad is a fashion model with Ford Models NYC. Back in the day and before we had our daughter, we would fly to our apartment in the East Village and take on New York each week. The first time I walked into Ford, it was like getting off the elevator into a foreign world. Beautiful men and women everywhere! Around every corner, a beautiful face, coming and going, beautiful faces. I was living the inside of a magazine, Editors Picks was in there, Beauty Insider was in there, Best Hairstyles and editorials. All those pages had come to life and were standing 6ft tall right in front of me. Onward we would travel, to a huge room with lots of noise and agents talking on their microphones, computers and cell phones simultaneously.

And surrounding these few agents was “the wall”. The wall consists of hundreds of faces on cards, each with unique expressions or poses, playing up their best features. Sexy, serious, playful… there was card after card. Face after face. It wasn’t real, just a pretend world selling pretend images to a world with too much pressure to pretend. This wall looked like a human meat market, in fact that was my name for it. Clients call in, Ford shows the clients hundreds of cards with faces, the client then chooses from the stacks full of faces and then the client’s favorite face is purchased and booked for a photo shoot on an island to take pictures of a fake vacation. Making beauty a business seems like robbing the dignity and sanctity of beauty by turning it into a focus and business soley on the outward appearance, in a capitalist factory. Inward beauty is non existent on the pages of our magazines and catalogs. Inward beauty doesn’t sell or make money.

Beautiful human beings bought from cards and who’s physical anatomy is employed to sell products to a society wishing it had more, was not God’s intention for our lives. Most of us now think we are the uglier folk, we are seduced by outward luster of beauty, wealth, stature, sexuality, companionship. We buy the products maybe even albeit subconsciously so that we feel that we can measure up… even if it’s just a millimeter more.

Meet the Author Date

Thanks to Logos Bookstore in Kent for hosting my "Meet the Author" date on November 27th from 11am-1pm
I hope you can make it to hear about my book and support my ministry PurityTalks.
I'm so excited to see my book out there and hope to get it in as many young women's hands as possible.
If you've already read my book, be sure to pass it along to a young women that might be interested.
Let's face it, we could all use some advise on self image, dating and sex!
Hope to see you on Nov. 27th!