Great things can come in little packages
Like a Bonsai perhaps
Standing majestic and magnificent
No matter the proportions
But what does it endure to be?
Life without freedom
Is a life of constraints & restraints
A life of arrested development
Is beauty winning over freedom to be
Is the desire for aesthetics and a taste of experimentation
more important than freedom for living life fully
Stunting growth is no way beautiful
Be it Shackles on feet with chains or tight shoes in the name of beauty
On the other end there are many examples of prejudices of beauty working itself in society.
Delibrate acts of elongating necks with chains of gold is considered a norm in some parts of the world
Why is life so brutal to life
In the name of beauty?