Dear My Pollock Roe ….

“Did you eat something like pollock roe? There is something sticking out of  your mouth,” said the boy who sat in front of me as he turned back and handed me the printed homework that came from our teacher.

That was the first moment I became concerned about my facial features.

Now it sounds funny, but at that time this incident with my classmate seriously concerned me.

“I wanted to be beautiful,” I thought. I had started to gain a mass of pimples, so I started to use a facial lotion which my friends recommended to me. I started to use make-up to conceal my lip outline and emphasized my eyes by using shiny black eyeliner.

I started to dye my jet black hair which might genetically come from my father side, to chestnut brown with a box of hair color which I purchased at the store.

I wore hazel colored contact lenses to make my eyes look like an American movie actress whom I liked.

I dressed up with very unique clothes which I designed and sewed myself in our design periods of fashion university where I attended at the time.

My transformation was complete!!

I looked much better, and I felt myself to be a more worthy of existence than before.

I was happy because I wanted to be beautiful. My beauty perspective changed from making myself beautiful to making other people believe themselves  “I am beautiful.” because my beauty perspective is positively affected by my occupational experiences and my future academic knowledge. I want to give an opportunity for people to realize their own beauty.