One of the things 1984 has taught me, is that despite appearances, one is beautiful. When Winston first saw the singing lady, he thought that she was ugly. But then, his opinion on her changed. She's a meter across the hip, sturdy, with thick arms. Winston used the words "blown up to monstrous dimensions". But she's beautiful in her own way, in her own style. Beauty isn't about the appearances, it's about the personality, and how you keep up with life. The woman has had at least 15 children, her tummy has swollen, her body has been hardened by all her work and she has grown ugly. Then her life became an endless cycle of laundry and cooking and scrubbing and on and on... for how long? 10, 20, 30, 40 years, more? But in the end she is still singing, still doing her chores with a light spirit, still acting like the world has more to offer to her, like she is not doomed to this life of cleaning. She is beautiful because she keeps her head high.
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