Pasta

16/1/23

Everyone knows I'm a huge fan of carbs. They have this intrinsic magic that could melt away my hunger, anxiety, sadness and put me in a good mood. Pasta is one of them. Ravioli, fettucine , macaroni, rigatoni, linguine.... My inner voice is slowly getting that Italian accent as I type. Fantastic.

For the longest time, I thought these pasta names were the name of the dishes served in a meal. It was until my late teenage years did I realize they were names of the different types of pasta people eat. I mean people learn something new every day I guess, so let us put judgement aside for now first.

So, essentially, all these fancy names come from the same dough. All these names are assigned based on the size and shapes of the final product.

And that got my funny brain into thinking: we are just like pasta!

People come in different shapes and sizes, or should I called "physique". Tall, short, slender, thick, curvy, slim, petite etc. And frankly speaking, pasta are categorized the same way based off their sizes and shapes.

This leads me to the issue of body shaming and society's standard of beauty. The amount of teens or even adults (regardless of their gender) that are put under the pressure of attaining to ONE standard of beauty or size is unnerving and outrageous. They are scrutinized and judged based on their physique types. Worse still, these subjective standards have been indoctrinated to them for so long that some started to take these criteria as an objective measure of beauty. Can you sit well with that thought? Because I sure know I do not and will not.

Each pasta has their own signature recipe and I would never want to eat just one single type of pasta. There is audience for everything. Each type of pasta is unique and could easily be a standalone masterpiece if cooked the right way. Some like it thinly cut, some like the wide flat cut that holds more sauce. It is all subjective. The judgement is yours to hold.

If you find yourself beautiful, violà! You are beautiful and there is no need for justification. After all, it is bland and boring to be the same. Differences and complements create harmony.

So, next time, instead of feeling bad for how you look, just think of pasta. One of a kind and never boring.