Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Body Image
Okay. I want to take a slight break from talk about boys boys boys. I mean I'll make a reference to them in this blog, but it's not going to be all about them. Like it always is. Grr.
I wrote a blog about confidence before, and you can click on the confidence link at the bottom of this blog to look at it. But this is different.
Yes body image does coinside with confidence, but on a deeper level I believe.
Body image is something we deal with on a daily basis. Practically 24/7. It's being shoved in our faces from everywhere.
TV
Movies
Magazines
Friends/Family
Media
Press
Boys
Everything
Everywhere
You can't get away from it. We're being told what we should look like. What we should wear. How we should style our hair. What our make-up should look like. We're being told to be something or someone we're not.
This is not cool. And it pisses me off.
Want to know what brought this on? Well I'm going to tell you anyway. So this weekend I went out with a few friends, and we're at this party right. And this guy walks up to me and is like, "you're pretty, you know that?" I say, "well thank you" he says, "...but you'd be even prettier, if you didn't have that nose ring. Don't get me wrong, you're still pretty but..." I say, "well ahh thanks. I guess this nose rings helps me weed out guys like you." Um wtf? Like I care what you think about my septum ring or not. Ah no. Wanna know what? I was once told, by another dude, that he thought my nose ring was 'hot' so really, your opinion means nothing to me. But it does piss me off.
It pisses me off that guys generally go for: tall, skinny, bitches with big tits. Oh, and throw in your occassional fake baker, with ultra white/bleached teeth, and cover up piled on to the extreme to hide her imperfections. Oh, and they won't have any facial piercings or tattoos, and will do whatever their man asks them to do. Oh, and they'll only wear abercrombie and fitch, american eagle, shit from the buckle, and hollister. Oh, and they'll be 'perfect.'
Oh, and they'll be completely clueless to the real world, have no personality, won't know their own self from the next stupid bitch, have no individuality, and no independence. But hey, as long as they look good on their man's arm...that's all that really matters, right?
AH WRONG. Ladies. Your body image is what YOU make it. I don't care if you're, skinny, fat, chubby, curvy, lengthy, stocky, short, round, square, pink or blue. You are gorgeous and do NOT need the approval of some low life, self centered prick to prove you otherwise.
I want every woman out there to know that it's okay to wear that low cut shirt, even if you have no boobs at all to show off. I want you to wear that short little skirt, even if you don't have the legs of fucking Heidi Klum. I want you to go without make-up whenever the hell you please, just because you don't feel like putting any on that day. I want you to try something new and maybe scandalous, just because it's fun. I want YOU to know that it's okay not to be perfect.
And I want you to know, that I like you better that way. I like you the fucking way you are. Because you are fucking beautifuly-gorgeous! Every girl should be told that they're gorgeous.
So, I'm telling you now, that you are gorgeous. And I sincerely mean that. Without a single doubt in my mind chica. And you wanna know what? If a guy tells you something ridiculously retarded, like they don't like your nose ring, and you'd be prettier without it, tell them to fuck off.
Because he is not The One for you, nor will he ever be. He will never know the luxury of dating your fine ass. And that's his loss, definitely not yours.
So next time the televison is telling you that you're supposed to be a size 2 to get anywhere in this life, throw a rock through the screen. Or change the channel.
Either way...know that it's lying, and just be confident with yourself. The people that you see in magazines and on TV are paid to be fake. They have personal trainers and work out a zillion hours a week. They get liposuction and botox injections more than you and I can say sasquatch. They're airbrushed and photoshopped to the max. So of course we are never going to look like that. Not in a bijillion years.
And why would you want to? Why would you want to live up to such high expectations? Omg, I know I have no desire to be something remotely close to that.
I may have blonde hair, but I am no retard. So it's whatev.
I do know that life is tooooo short.
Because you only get one body, one life. So live it to the fullest with confidence!
xoxoxoxxxxx,
L
Labels:
confidence,
lies,
loving life
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