[4.5 Challenging the Standards of Conventional Beauty]

- The Flaws of Traditional Ideals of Beauty -

When we think of beauty, we often conjure up serene images of tranquil meadows, graceful birds, or the gentle curves of classic sculptures.

But have you ever considered where these traditional standards of beauty originate from and whether there might be beauty that exists beyond what meets the eye?

Most people, when asked to describe beauty, would likely think of serene sunsets, delicate flowers, or captivating works of art.

But is that all there is to beauty?

Have we been conditioned to view beauty through a particular lens?

This journey of transcending the conventional standards of beauty is about exploring the flaws ingrained in our perception.

From birth, we are surrounded by images, stories, and depictions of what is considered 'beautiful.' From dolls with flawless skin to fairy tales featuring enchanting princes and princesses, and even our favorite cartoon characters, all of these provide us with our first concepts of beauty.

But who decided that these represent the epitome of beauty?

Why is a rose considered more beautiful than a dandelion?

As we grow, our perceptions are shaped by influences from magazines, movies, social media, and more.

Celebrities with perfect bodies, public figures with impeccable skin, and models with flawless styles become our standards of beauty.

But isn't finding beauty only in perfection limiting?

Is there not a charm in the imperfect, the raw, and the real?

The goal of this journey is to broaden our perspective and explore the true meaning of beauty.

Consider the pottery piece made by a child.

Even if it lacks a perfect shape or finish, the joy, effort, and love it embodies make it special.

This is similar to the scars of a warrior or the rough hands of a laborer.

These too possess a unique beauty.

They are testimonies of their struggles, stories, and experiences.

So why do we not more widely recognize and celebrate these diverse forms of beauty?

By adhering strictly to a rigid definition of beauty, we overlook and harm much of the beauty around us.

The cracks in a paved road, the rugged contours of a mountain, and the asymmetry of handcrafted items all hold unique stories and beauty.

Moreover, the pressure to conform to these standards can make us feel inadequate, leading to a constant pursuit of the ideal.

In chasing perfection, we easily overlook the beauty in everyday life, in the ordinary appearances around us, and in the beauty that emerges from difficulties and imperfections.

While traditional ideals of beauty have their own value and allure, it is important that we broaden our vision and appreciate beauty in its diverse forms.

It is essential that we break free from predefined standards and find and appreciate beauty in all its glory, in all forms, in all stories.

This approach is vital in changing the way we see the world and in understanding a deeper, richer sense of beauty.

I would like to share a story about how I once chose a woman who was selected as the top winner in a beauty pageant, embodying the world's praised beauty.

She was the epitome of traditional beauty, and many were captivated by her appearance.

However, I sought to prove that her perfect appearance was not the entirety of true beauty.

Traditional beauty had its flaws, and I aimed to reveal its darker aspects.

As I placed her in a large vacuum pack, I imagined how her appearance would change.

As I began to remove the air, her skin became increasingly taut, and her muscles tensed.

Her eyes reflected confusion and fear, but I felt that this moment marked the beginning of true beauty being revealed.

As her perfect appearance began to transform, I was pushing the boundaries of conventional beauty.

As the vacuum formed, her movements became increasingly restricted.

To remove every bit of air from the vacuum pack, I continued to adjust her posture.

I carefully repositioned her arms and legs to ensure the plastic adhered fully to her body, considering the discomfort of the posture in which she would eventually be fixed once the vacuum pack's plastic had fully adhered.

As confusion and fear filled her eyes, she managed to ask with difficulty why I was doing this.

I calmly answered that it was to turn ordinary beauty into extraordinary beauty.

I told her that I wanted to show her a true beauty she had never experienced.

She shook her head with difficulty, saying she didn’t want this kind of beauty.

She just wanted to live an ordinary life.

I smiled and said that once she experienced it, her mind would change.

I explained that true beauty blossoms through pain and struggle, and she would soon understand.

As the plastic in the vacuum pack began to fully adhere to her body, her attempts to escape were repeatedly thwarted.

She desperately moved her arms and legs to push away the plastic, but the more she tried, the more the plastic clung to her body.

Her fingers digging into the plastic in a meticulous and artistic gesture was as intricate and beautiful as an artist's touch.

But the plastic evaded her touch, clinging more tightly around her.

As her face was pressed against the plastic, the thin film began to conform to the contours of her skin and muscles.

Her lips were distorted under the pressure of the plastic, and as her nose tried to push it away, the image grew more vivid.

Her pupils sparkled with fear and determination, and her face, pressed against the plastic, captured that fear and despair.

She no longer cared about her appearance being distorted, focused solely on the movements of survival.

But the plastic blocked all her attempts, and in that process, her appearance became more and more contorted.

In that moment, I wished she could remain in this state forever.

If I could vacuum-seal her, preserving this beauty born of pain and struggle, it would be a perfect work of art.

Yet, I lamented that the human condition could not be preserved so simply.

If I could sell her vacuum-packed as she was, I was certain many would eagerly open their wallets to purchase her true beauty.

As the plastic adhered completely to her face, making it impossible to breathe, she became exceedingly desperate and pained.

When the plastic first stuck to her face, she was momentarily engulfed in the terror and confusion of suffocation.

Her pupils widened as she looked around, desperately trying to breathe through her mouth and nose.

But the plastic blocked all her attempts, pushing her deeper into despair.

She instinctively moved her lips and stuck out her tongue in an attempt to push the plastic away, but it only adhered more firmly to her face.

Her chest heaved as she desperately expanded it to breathe, but no air came in, and her lungs became increasingly desperate for oxygen.

As a result, her breathing became more erratic and uneven.

Her face, pressed against the plastic, grew increasingly pale, and her lips turned blue.

The lack of oxygen caused her body to begin convulsing.

Her hands and feet trembled involuntarily, and her entire body tensed.

Her heart began to race, and her mind grew increasingly confused.

Her consciousness started to fade, and her vision darkened.

Fear and despair slowly filled her eyes.

Her pupils trembled as they lost focus, and her lips quivered as if trying to speak.

But no sound came from her throat.

The muscles in her face twitched and contorted, giving her the sensation that the plastic was choking her.

Her face, pressed against the plastic, showed an expression of growing pain and fear, and within that, I discovered a new form of beauty.

It was not simply the beauty of appearance, but a fusion of primal human emotions.

As her skin grew taut and her face contorted under the pressure of the vacuum pack's plastic, her appearance was no longer perfect, but within that, I saw the true beauty of pain and struggle.

When the plastic of the vacuum pack fully adhered to her body, her every movement became even more pronounced.

She desperately struggled to push the plastic away, but the more she tried, the more the air between the layers continued to escape, causing the plastic to cling even more tightly around her.

As her hands desperately attempted to escape from the vacuum pack, I witnessed the primal will of human survival in her struggle.

Her pain was not simply pain; it was a process that revealed the dark side of traditional beauty.

I began to gently caress her entire body, from her toes to her head, as it was compressed within the plastic.

As I touched her feet, I felt the warmth of her body still lingering through the cold plastic, rejoicing that life still resided within.

As I moved my hand up along her calf, the slight tremor I felt conveyed her fear and tension.

As I stroked her thighs, the firmness of her muscles through the plastic conveyed her difficult resistance.

When I touched her belly, I felt the slight convulsion occurring as she struggled with suffocation, and I realized how deep her pain was.

As I moved across her chest, the rapid pounding of her heart made me feel her vitality still within.

When I stroked her back, the tension along her spine conveyed the fear she was experiencing.

As I gently caressed her fingers and palms, I could tell that her hands were desperately trying to push the plastic away, never ceasing their attempts.

The tremor along her arms showed me that her body was still fighting to survive.

As I caressed her neck, the pulse I felt through the plastic showed me that she was still clinging to life.

As I stroked her cheeks, I savored the sensation of her skin pressed against the plastic, and when I touched her lips, I relished the sight of them trembling under the pressure of the plastic as they tried to endure the pain.

As I moved up along her nose, I could feel her struggling to breathe, and as I stroked her forehead, I realized from her cooling skin that her time was running out.

In all these moments, I felt the life trapped within the plastic through my fingertips, celebrating that I had captured the unseen essence of life.

In her struggle, I realized that true beauty is not confined to appearance alone.

As her breathing became increasingly difficult and her body grew heavier, I felt that her pain was creating a new definition of beauty.

Traditional beauty had its flaws.

It focused solely on appearance, neglecting the primal human emotions and struggles.

Because of the single layer of plastic in the vacuum pack, she could no longer take in outside air.

No matter how hard she tried to breathe, the mere layer of plastic rendered her breathless.

Despite her strong survival instincts and her entire body’s desperate efforts, she could do nothing against that single layer of plastic.

In that moment, I felt the beauty and sublimity of life.

I repeated to her the words the judges had said when she was crowned as the top winner in the beauty pageant.

I mentioned that the evaluation consisted entirely of clichéd and trite words, describing perfect skin, a balanced figure, a graceful smile, and dignified demeanor.

But now, I explained, her current appearance possessed a beauty that could not be expressed with those conventional words.

With difficulty, she responded that this was not beauty.

She desperately struggled, trying to push away the plastic.

I smiled and told her that if she hadn't realized it yet, I would simply wait until she did.

I explained once again that true beauty blossoms in pain and struggle.

Her chest heaved violently, and her body struggled to find air until the very end.

Her lips quivered as they parted, seemingly trying to grasp at the plastic instead of air.

Every time the plastic adhered to her face, her skin and muscles contorted, and her pupils dilated further.

Watching her suffocate beneath the layer of plastic, I realized the awe-inspiring nature of life.

No matter how strong her survival instincts, no matter how desperately she tried, she could do nothing against that mere layer of plastic.

In that moment, the vulnerability of humanity and the nobility within it were laid bare.

Her entire body desperately tried to push away the plastic of the vacuum pack, but the plastic thwarted all her attempts.

At that moment, as I watched her life being suffocated by a single layer of plastic, I discovered true beauty.

It was not simply about appearance but about primal human emotions and struggles.

Her survival instinct revealed through her pain and struggle was awe-inspiring.

No matter how strong-willed she was, no matter how hard she tried, in that moment of life hanging in the balance due to a single layer of plastic, I felt a profound sense of sublimity.

I pressed down on the plastic around her face so that it adhered even more closely to her nose and mouth.

In response, she struggled desperately to escape my touch.

Although she was already unable to breathe regardless of whether I pressed down on the plastic, her reaction to my touch felt like the final manifestation of her desperate life force.

If survival was the goal, she was wasting her energy on something futile.

I regretted that she was trying to rush through this heavenly experience of beauty too quickly.

Her every movement was desperate, but within that, I saw the primal survival instinct of humanity.

It was not merely pain; it was a form of sublimity.

Her struggle once again made me realize that true beauty is not limited to appearance alone.

Through her, I discovered true beauty blossoming in pain and struggle.

It was not simply about appearance but something that encapsulated primal human emotions and will.

Watching her suffocate in the vacuum pack, I became certain that the traditional image of beauty society holds was merely skin-deep, and that there was a need to break free from this notion.

Her primal will and emotions, revealed through her struggle and pain, were the core of true beauty.

Through this, I discovered a new aesthetic value that transcends traditional standards of beauty.

The lines her body created within the vacuum were as beautiful as a piece of art.

Her struggle was akin to an underwater ballet.

Every movement of her body, even in pain, retained its grace, and within that, I found true beauty.

It was not merely about appearance, but about the primal will to survive and the grace that emerged within it.

Recognized as a beauty by society, she may have been confident in her appearance, perhaps even feeling limited by the traditional methods of enhancing her beauty.

But thanks to my art, she was able to transcend the limitations of her conventional beauty.

I believe that she was also satisfied with this fact.

Desperately, she pleaded to be spared, saying that she didn’t need to be beautiful anymore.

I shook my head, asking her if she remembered all the efforts she had made to be beautiful.

Dieting, skincare, relentless exercise—mentioning these, I told her that her claim of not caring about beauty was a lie, and I couldn’t accommodate lies.

She was shocked to realize how much I knew about her.

It seemed she wanted to refute my words somehow, but in her oxygen-deprived, foggy state of consciousness, she couldn’t muster the right words.

Thus, she drifted further into shock and confusion, slowly losing consciousness.

With only the sensation of plastic against her skin to perceive externally, she focused inward.

I knew she was concentrating on her inner self, particularly on her heartbeat.

During this focus, I was certain she was beginning to understand what I meant by beauty.

Every time her heart beat, the pulse echoed within the plastic, resonating through her entire body.

That heartbeat made her presence strongly felt, and in that moment, I believed she was experiencing the ultimate happiness that life can feel.

All her senses focused inward, amidst pain and confusion, and through that process, I was certain she had experienced the essence of true beauty.

I could tell she was happier now than she had been when she was recognized for her beauty by the judges at the pageant.

The convulsions of her heart in ecstasy were the proof of that.

Her heart, beating within the plastic, was filled with joy and wonder, and those convulsions were definite proof that she was experiencing true beauty and happiness.

Amidst that joy and blessing, her movements gradually slowed and finally ceased.

Her chest, which had been heaving violently, gradually calmed, and after a final small convulsion, she stopped moving altogether.

Her breath gradually faded until it finally ceased entirely.

The pulse of her heart, felt through the plastic, slowed until it finally beat for the last time.

Her lips, distorted by the pressure of the plastic, no longer sought air, and the faint trace of breath from her nose and mouth could no longer be detected.

Her body suddenly grew heavy, and as all traces of life vanished, the surrounding silence deepened.

Her skin gradually paled, and the face, taut against the plastic, now held a different, cold beauty.

As her breath stopped and her heart ceased beating, her body came to a complete standstill, and in the stillness of that moment, I once again realized what true beauty is.

It is not simply limited to appearance.

It is found in the primal human emotions and will that emerge even in pain and struggle.

Now, she no longer struggled, and in the complete disappearance of primal emotions and will, I reached the pinnacle of beauty.

Her final moment offered me awe and a sublime beauty.

The silence revealed at the end of life was the very essence of true beauty.

When she appeared in the beauty pageant, she was the embodiment of traditional beauty, captivating many with her perfect appearance.

But now, with her face and skin pressed against the plastic in the vacuum pack, her appearance might seem less beautiful by conventional standards.

However, to me, the current state, marked by the aftermath of her struggles revealing her inner self, is far more beautiful.

It is a deeper, truer beauty, a fusion of primal human emotions and will.

Through her, I discovered this new aesthetic value.

It contrasts with the traditional standards of beauty society has set, yet it is a deeper and truer beauty.

This case is evidence that women should seek the true beauty that comes from asphyxiation rather than clinging to traditional beauty.

Just by breaking free from the conventional view of beauty, women can become happier, providing them with a sense of liberation and an opportunity to discover their true selves.

Even women who were once considered beautiful should actively participate in the art of asphyxiation to gain the opportunity to transcend traditional beauty and achieve true beauty.

Perhaps women have not realized that they could become more beautiful through asphyxiation, so society should actively promote the beauty of suffocation, allowing women to present their more beautiful selves.

Through this realization, I aim to convey to you the true beauty that emerges even within taboos.

- The Dark Side of Aesthetics -

When we think of beauty, we often imagine things that please the eye and soothe the soul: serene landscapes, gentle curves, and graceful melodies.

However, beauty encompasses more than just what is visible; it includes something that resonates deeply within us, stirring emotions and instincts buried in our hearts.

This hidden aspect challenges the familiar standards of beauty and, at times, makes us uncomfortable.

Yet, it is within this discomfort that we encounter the true essence of beauty.

Consider a thunderstorm.

It is unpredictable, intense, and sometimes threatening.

Yet, there is an undeniable allure in its presence.

The roar of thunder, the crack of lightning across the sky, and the downpour that beats against the earth reveal a beauty that is of an entirely different dimension from a tranquil sunset or a calm sea.

The same can be said for the intense emotions we experience.

Think of a film that brought you to tears or music that gave you chills.

These experiences may be far from happiness, but they linger in our memories due to the powerful emotions they evoke.

These moments touch something deep within us, making us uncomfortable yet allowing us to feel the authenticity of life.

It is these moments that provoke an emotional response, and this is the very essence of dark aesthetics.

This dark aesthetic transcends the boundaries of beauty as we typically perceive it, drawing out deeper emotional responses and expanding our understanding.

It allows us to explore the complexities of human nature and the depth of emotion, playing a crucial role in our understanding of existence itself.

It makes us realize that even dark moments can be reborn as beauty.

Human emotions, especially in their most primal forms, reveal the essence of true beauty.

The intense gaze of a dancer on stage, the determined expression of an athlete, the profound sorrow reflected in a person's tears—all of these capture the depth and meaning of human existence.

These explosions of emotion resonate within us, creating new aesthetic values as a form of art.

Even in moments of struggle, which might be uncomfortable for some, beauty exists.

The resilience of the human spirit, the will to overcome, and the raw emotions that emerge from these struggles inspire admiration, much like a masterpiece crafted by an artist’s hand.

Just as an artist pours their soul into their work, the true reactions of people in intense situations reveal their spirit and authenticity.

These truthful moments are the beauty we should truly appreciate.

Even in acts that the world considers dark, we can feel and discover true beauty.

At the moment when a woman, inside a vacuum pack, transcends the traditional standards of beauty, I realized how the art of asphyxiation creates new aesthetic values.

The primal emotions and will revealed in her pain and struggle offered a deeper and truer beauty that goes beyond mere appearance.

The art of asphyxiation shows us a new form of beauty that blossoms from pain and struggle.

Through this process, we come to understand how primal human will and emotions intertwine and how they form new aesthetic values.

This new beauty blooms within the realm of taboo, offering a form of beauty that transcends traditional standards.

It is easy to appreciate a beautiful painting or melody.

These things please our eyes and ears and bring peace to our hearts.

But understanding and appreciating beauty that defies convention requires a deeper insight.

Understanding the allure of a storm or the purity of emotion challenges the familiar definition of beauty.

It changes the way we see, feel, and think, allowing us to discover new forms of beauty in every moment of life.

Beauty is more than just pleasing the eye.

It is about touching our souls and awakening the instincts and emotions deeply embedded within us.

While there is beauty in calm and peaceful moments, the vivid and intense moments of life open up an unexplored realm of beauty.

When we embrace this new form of beauty, we can truly appreciate the broader aesthetics that life offers.

I hope you will come to understand this kind of beauty and, through it, gain a new perspective.

I invite you to join me on a journey of discovering true beauty that blooms through the art of asphyxiation, beyond the traditional standards of beauty.

This new aesthetic value will help us understand the essence of humanity more deeply and open the path to discovering true beauty.

Facing the dark side of beauty is to explore the complexities of humanity and its inner truth, and in this process, we come to realize what it truly means to be alive.

- Despair as an Art Form -

The word "despair" often carries negative and heavy connotations, but if we look deeper, we can uncover a world of intense emotions and complex reactions hidden within it.

Think of a painter’s vigorous brushstrokes depicting a stormy sea or the dynamic movements of a ballerina pouring her soul into her dance on stage.

These moments are filled with pure passion and emotion, and they themselves are a form of art.

The moments of despair, too, possess their own rhythm, intensity, and artistic expression.

Despair is not merely about giving up or surrendering.

Instead, it is a dance of the soul that reveals resilience and determination, intertwined with hope.

When a woman is overwhelmed by intense emotions, she delivers a dramatic performance through primal yet delicate expressions.

Her reactions and feelings are laid bare without pretense, leaving a profound impression on the audience.

This captures the most human moments at the intersection of life and art.

From this perspective, despair can be considered a form of art.

It plays a crucial role in exploring the depth of emotion and the human spirit.

The waves of emotion that arise in despair, the will to overcome, and the transformation that it brings help us understand the complexity and beauty of human nature.

These deeply emotional moments remind us of the true meaning and beauty of life.

A single tear rolling down a cheek, the intense heartbeat in a chest, the desperate heaving of lungs—all symbolize the strength of the human spirit.

There is an inherent elegance in these moments.

However, this beauty is often overlooked or ignored because of its rawness.

Imagine a woman walking a tightrope.

Every step she takes is fraught with tension, yet there is an undeniable grace within it.

In that moment, her struggle and balanced movements merge serenity with urgency, creating a work of art.

Even the sight of a woman suffocating in a vacuum pack, filled with despair, contributes to the beauty of that moment.

Despair is, in essence, a form of art.

It captures the pure, unfiltered emotions and reactions of humans, offering an intense and elegant dance of the soul.

Just as we appreciate the passionate brushstrokes of a painter or the emotional performance of a dancer, we must learn to find beauty even in moments of despair.

Despair, as a unique art form, showcases the resilience, determination, and strength of the human spirit, allowing us to understand the true beauty and complexity of human existence.

There are sometimes skeptical questions directed at me.

“If you so fervently believe in the art and allure of asphyxiation, why don’t you asphyxiate yourself?” or “If despair is so beautiful, why don’t you immerse yourself in it?” they ask.

First, I must admit something.

The tension and urgency felt between life and the impending darkness in the midst of restricted breathing evoke a powerful sense of vitality within me.

However, my personal experience, no matter how intense, holds a subtle beauty that cannot compare to observing a woman in the throes of asphyxiation.

The blend of fear and determination in her eyes, the movements of her chest gasping for air, and the flush of her skin all reveal an irreplaceable urgency and survival instinct.

This act is not simply about halting breath; it is about exploring the essence of life and the struggle to grasp it.

Beyond my personal desires, there is a greater purpose.

I am the creator of this misunderstood art form and a guide to a world many will never experience.

If I were to die while asphyxiating myself, the most passionate advocate of this art would be lost.

If I were to die in this act, how could others come to understand its beauty?

My life’s purpose is to reveal the secrets of this hidden aesthetic to the world.

As long as I live, this art will not perish with me but will instead spread, allowing more people to witness the pure, unfiltered beauty that arises from human despair.

If, after sufficient time has passed, my goal is somewhat achieved, I may be able to end my life through asphyxiation.

However, such a death would lack the artistry compared to the struggle of women who battle between despair and hope.

Beauty is not only in the quiet and peaceful; it also includes the raw, unfiltered, and intense emotions and experiences.

Through this new perspective, we are invited into a world where beauty takes on forms we could never have previously imagined.

Despair is not merely a struggle in the darkness.

It is a moment where the human soul is revealed in its purest form, and in that moment, incomparable artistry is present.

Accepting despair as art is a key to understanding the complexity and depth of humanity.

And within it, we will discover true beauty and the meaning of life.

Now, I invite you to join me in this world of dark art.

Step beyond the limits of traditional aesthetics and embark on a journey to discover the true beauty that blooms in moments of asphyxiation and despair.

This new aesthetic value will help us gain a deeper understanding of the essence of humanity and open the path to pursuing true beauty.