The insistence on the flawlessness of a bride’s appearance irks me. Like my stubborn white hairs, I, too, want people to see me undisguised.
I want to shred to pieces any existing notions you have about marriage, dissolve them into tiny particles, and destroy all inklings of convention that keep you thinking about the same old thing in the same old way.
Who thinks ‘beautiful’ when they hear the word ‘wheat’? Combine a fairness fetish with body image ideals and you’ve got a generation of women up against their own genetics.
What happens when you can’t find happiness as defined by South Asian society? As a modern woman walking on the eggshells of a traditional culture, you’ll find your stilettos in a mess!