"Her art is amazing, but, oh my god! That unibrow!"
"She would be so pretty if only she did something about that brow."
"How did she ever get married? Poor Diego Rivera! No wonder he was always unfaithful to her!"
Whenever I mention Frida it seems to be an almost compulsory necessity for someone to mention her appearance.
Why is it that male artists’ physical appearance is never commented on?
Surely, Diego Rivera isn’t your average handsome man… and yet I have never listened to anyone comment on his looks.
Why is it that his value as an artist is enough, and yet when it comes to Frida Kahlo the conversation inevitably resorts to a measuring of how physically appealing or not she is found?
This, my friends, is sexism.
It’s holding women and men up to different standards.
It’s almost as if being beautiful is something that is needed of women. It’s something they themselves must inherently want.
Frida disrespects that unwritten cultural norm. She is a threat to patriarchal values. And that makes society mad.
She didn’t shave her armpits, she had affairs with women, she was a communist, she posed for nudes, and she drank.
But it wasn’t about that.
I myself may be nothing like her, but Frida’s work makes me feel.
She lived by her own rules.
She expressed her feelings.
She was a woman and she was herself.
It seems like simply being yourself shouldn’t be enough to warrant anyone the admiration and respect I have for Frida, but for someone living in the Mexican Revolution, to hold her head up high and not give a damn, that, is fucking amazing.
Her looks shouldn’t matter.
Her art is fucking amazing.
And her talent as an artist has nothing to do with her looks.
She was fucking amazing.
She was not her looks.
She was herself.
And she was amazing.