The Gaze We Carry: Beauty, Shame, and the Mirror of Culture

We laughed a lot,” she said. “And I took my time dressing. It’s something else altogether dressing for yourself and then you step out with your girlfriends.

She sat confidently on the couch, recounting her dinner with a smile. Her words glowed with joy — not just from laughter or friendship, but from feeling seen by herself.

As a therapist, I often sit with women navigating the quiet ache beneath the surface — shame about their bodies, their skin, the way they look in a mirror. They tell me about not fitting in, not being "beautiful enough," not being allowed to feel confident.

And I think about what media now calls the male gaze.

What is the Male Gaze?

The male gaze is a term used to describe the lens of a heterosexual man, often projected through media, advertising, and culture. It reduces women to bodies, appearances, or desirable “types,” flattening the rich complexity of who they are.

It tells women:

  • Don’t wear red lipstick in a traditional setting.

  • Cover up. But be sexy — when it suits the environment.

  • You’re too much. You’re not enough.

  • You’re for looking at, not listening to.

And when that message is repeated — in films, in family expectations, in beer and car commercials — it sinks in. We start to gaze at ourselves the way they do.

The Internalized Gaze

This gaze doesn’t just come from outside. It becomes internal:

  • The voice that says, “My thighs shouldn’t touch.”

  • The hesitation to wear something bold because what if they say I’m trying too hard?

  • The shame women of color often carry for not fitting eurocentric beauty ideals — skin tone, nose shape, hips, hair texture, voice.

Therapy as a Mirror That Doesn't Judge

In therapy, I hold space for these untold stories — the ones that say:

“I miss loving my body.”
“I don’t know how to dress for myself anymore.”
“I don’t know where I end and the world’s expectations begin.”

And yet, in moments like hers — choosing a dress, walking out the door with joy, laughing freely in her own skin — I witness reclamation.

It’s not about dressing up for the male gaze. It’s about dressing back into oneself.

A Thought to Leave You With

What would it mean to see yourself — not through the eyes of others — but with your own?
What if we unlearned the gaze that weighs us down?

Inspired by this Instagram Reel

This post was inspired by a recent Instagram reel reflecting on the male gaze and memory.
Watch it here 

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