In a world where we are so self obsessed with our aesthetics, we become isolated from the reality we are presented with; Imperfection.
People have developed this idea that the only thing they should strive for is physical perfection and approval. Even those of a more popular status, constantly purchasing things they don't want, but need in order to make themselves look better, to make them feel valued by the clothes they wear, to make them feel important because they are responsible for brainwashing their peers into what they should be.
The fact is, the pressure people put on us in expecting too much from too many, makes us feel undervalued, diminished... Unimportant.
We walk down a street and see adverts: women with their 0>1% body fat, tanned, toned, perfect makeup, amazing smile, large breasts, poreless skin; quite possibly the most desirable assets a woman is expected to have.
The disturbing element of this being that young girls take it upon themselves to go to any length possible to be this woman; stuffing socks in their bra, going to the gym, starve themselves: and when they can't do it... Cut... Cut themselves physically, emotionally and mentally with the very
same blade at the very same time.
But no one will stand up and tell these girls that it is photoshopped... No one will tell them it's unhealthy, that it's impossible to look this way at their age, that they need to focus on an education and a life, and not the way they look.
Nobody tells them this because they all want to be that girl in the magazine; flawless.
Nobody sees it like this:
If everybody were the girl in the magazine, in the adverts, on TV, we would all be the same, and if everyone is the same then there's not much choice when it comes to finding someone who loves you for you.
You are no longer unique.
You loose your independent identity by following a crowd of hundreds of thousands of other lost sheep who simply don't understand that you don't need to be the same to fit in.
If you feel you have to be the same to fit in, or that you have to meet pathetic standards that bitchy, silly little girls make, then understand that you just meet standards... And don't create your own.
People should love you for your imperfections, your individuality, your intelligence, your snorting laugh, your crazy style, your awful taste in music, the fact you cried at the end of The Breakfast Club, the way have messy hair and asymmetrical winged eyeliner, B cup breast, brown hair and tell terrible jokes.
These make you, you.
No one should stop you from doing
that.
Love your imperfections and someone else will love them too.
