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It’s really kind of depressing when you think about how often in one day women are subjected to seeing themselves as not beautiful.
Let’s take my average day.
Each morning I wake up and get dressed in front of a large, full body mirror that has been contorted with society’s typical views of beauty. While scrutinizing myself relentlessly, I turn to the side, shrug, and move on like the utterly self-degrading act I just committed against myself was no big deal.
Which it really isn’t.
Then, I take the tram to school, on the way seeing countless advertisements for things like perfume, clothes, and dieting plans. Here’s a little something to make guys think you’re more attractive. Here’s a non-existent, technologically altered woman providing you with an unrealistic view on what you should look like, and providing men with unrealistic expectations on what you normally look like. Oh, and on top of that, we think you’re getting a little soft around the edges (if you know what we mean), so here’s this chemical concoction that probably won’t do anything for you physically, but psychologically it will convince you that it is, so you’ll waste m ore money on our pointless product.
And now that I’m in such a great mood.
Time to go to school and interact with a bunch of hormonally driven teenagers (some of whom I find quite attractive) and forced to concentrate on something that will actually be beneficial to my life and future. Despite knowing that fact, I still let my mind wander to the tall, skinny blonde on the other side of the room, wondering how the hell she can actually look like that while being a living, breathing human being. I also can quite clearly observe the girl who seems to have a new wardrobe every single week, wishing that I could look that fabulous in her skinny jeans and high heel boots (knowing that I probably can’t). Don’t forget the aesthetically pleasing male sitting three rows behind me, probably with a perfect view of my ass, and wondering if I even show up on his radar.
All of this while attempting to finish my calculus homework.
Now that I’ve finished school, I can make my way home. But not without walking through the city-center and being forced to look at a bunch of over priced clothing that I can’t afford, trying to convince myself that I don’t need it to be beautiful, and at the same time letting ‘Blurred Lines’ run through my head as it’s being blared out of the nearest shop and wondering, “God what am I doing with my life?”
And hell, I’m only seventeen.
Imagine what this would do to a 14 year old girl, who has to go through the same experience every day, whose head has not yet been able to wrap around the fact that she doesn’t have to be perfect and doesn’t have to please everyone (because God knows even I haven’t quite gotten there yet)?
Am I over exaggerating?
Does that mean it makes any of these issues less real?
I still have to look in the mirror every day, before any of the outside world has gotten its slimy, manipulating fingers on my brain, and tell myself:
“Hot damn, girl, you are attractive as fuck today.”
“Not only that, you are one badass chick who can stand up for herself and will NOT let any stupid, malignant, idiotic fuckface tell you that you aren’t beautiful, sexy, courageous, and smart.”
Because without that, I can’t make it through the day.
What does that tell you about our society?
And to go one step further from that…
What does that tell you about the people who control our society?
Food for thought…