Today we got the super cool news that ten-year-old Kristina Pimenova has just signed a modeling contract with L.A. Models. We’ll let you talk amongst yourselves about the morality of cradle robbing in the fashion industry. That’s not why we’re here today.
Anywho, with all of the buzz this young girl has been getting since she started working with major brands like Dolce and Gabbana and Armani, she’s also apparently earned the title of “Most Beautiful Girl in the World.” If you Google the phrase, her face pops up in Google images. Countless articles have reiterated the fact that she is, apparently, the ten-year-old embodiment of all that we view as beautiful on this planet.
I don’t mind the phrase “most beautiful girl in the world.” I think it’s sweet if it’s coming from my mom. If I had a boyfriend and he called me that, I’d laugh in his face, but I wouldn’t be mad about it. But I do have a big problem with that label being thrown by the public onto a (now) public, ten-year-old figure. No doubt this wonder child is a drop dead gorgeous child, and it’s totally cool and valid to acknowledge that. But she is the premature version of the standard model of beauty: Caucasian, blonde, and slim. This label that we’re continuously throwing onto her gives me one more reason to point out that, HEY, beauty comes in all different shapes, sizes, and skin tones, and we all need to remember that.
There is absolutely zero need to thrust this young angel child onto a pedestal with juice boxes and praise her for being THE MOST PERFECT CHILD TO EXIST because, here we go again with the whole BRAINWASHING the next generation to view beauty as one specific look thing. Kids are impressionable, and they’ll inevitably compare themselves to Pimenova and tug on their mom’s skirts and ask something along the lines of “Mommy, am I beautiful?” if they keep hearing that she’s the epitome of what we consider beautiful.
And isn’t it a bit creepy that a ten-year-old is supposed to represent all that is beautiful to us? Are we really THAT obsessed with youth that we have to praise and envy the looks of someone who has barely even experienced the suckiness the world has to offer? Apparently so, but I’m still over here ogling over the beauty of Susan Sarandon’s 69-year-old boobies.
Yes, Pimenova is beautiful. No one with one working eye could deny that. We’re sure she has an extremely bright future in fashion coming at her, for better or worse. But continuously referring to her as “The Most Beautiful Girl in the World” is ignorant and unnecessary, and we need to shut it down.