March 20, 2013 by Stacy McDonald
Have you ever considered what the real difference is between stripping off your dignity to stand on a runway or stage (often half-dressed) while strangers evaluate your body—strangers who are given the right to decide whether or not you’re “good enough” and standing on an auction block while slave traders do the same thing?
Both situations are humiliating, degrading, and ultimately shameful—both are done for the base pleasure or benefit of others, but somehow women are fooled into thinking pageants honor them and their daughters. We women are often fooled into this type of thing because we yield to temptation—we get sucked in by our desire for affirmation through an appeal to our flesh and vanity.
You were bought at a price; do not become slaves of men. 1 Corinthians 7:23
And, mothers, consider what this communicates to young women: Your worth is measured by how outwardly beautiful other people think you are. And then we wonder why we have girls prancing and flaunting themselves in front of boys, desperate for approval and attention—we’ve taught them how to do it! No wonder we have girls with eating disorders and depression because they can’t measure up to the world’s evasive definition of beauty.
When we make the effort to represent Christ by communicating chastity, discretion, loveliness, and Christ’s love His beauty will show! Be faithful, teach your daughters by word and by example that beauty doesn’t come from a tube of lipstick, it doesn’t come from having a 21-inch waist, and it’s not lost because those gray hairs start coming.
Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, But a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised. Proverbs 31:30
If you still think beauty pageants are “beautiful,” watch this to see if you might consider evaluating them differently from now on…
Toddlers and Tiaras Clip 1
Toddlers and Tiaras Clip 2
While this was an extreme example, and it made the “ugliness” of pageants obvious, all “beauty contests” communicate the same thing: Your worth is measured by how many people think you’re cute, by how well you are shaped, and by how much (or willing) you are to shake your stuff for a bunch of voyeurists.
Visions of slave auctions dance in my head…