I know too many beautiful women who hate themselves.
Because they've been taught, from a young age, that their key to success and happiness is in their looks.
That their long hair must be cherished, just as men cherish their careers.
And not just hair...also nails polished, legs waxed, toes crammed awkwardly into pointy stiletto heels, breasts sweating uncomfortably beneath layers of padding, underwires digging into the skin, leaving pink imprints that stay there long after the bra has been taken off for the night, eyebrows plucked, skin rinsed, face powdered, arms slathered in creams that smell like strawberries.
It's hard not to hate oneself when there's so many steps to remember, when walking out of the house is not as simple as walking out of the house, when one must never forget that the world is watching you.
Some think that young, beautiful women don't have problems, but I haven't seen a more troubled demographic. We are constantly picking each other apart, scrutinizing every inch of others and of ourselves.
Some think that a young, white, blonde woman like myself doesn't have any problems, and any of my complaints are invalid, basic, whining. This makes me feel incredibly lonely sometimes.
And in our loneliness we continue putting on mascara and hating ourselves.
Because they've been taught, from a young age, that their key to success and happiness is in their looks.
That their long hair must be cherished, just as men cherish their careers.
And not just hair...also nails polished, legs waxed, toes crammed awkwardly into pointy stiletto heels, breasts sweating uncomfortably beneath layers of padding, underwires digging into the skin, leaving pink imprints that stay there long after the bra has been taken off for the night, eyebrows plucked, skin rinsed, face powdered, arms slathered in creams that smell like strawberries.
It's hard not to hate oneself when there's so many steps to remember, when walking out of the house is not as simple as walking out of the house, when one must never forget that the world is watching you.
Some think that young, beautiful women don't have problems, but I haven't seen a more troubled demographic. We are constantly picking each other apart, scrutinizing every inch of others and of ourselves.
Some think that a young, white, blonde woman like myself doesn't have any problems, and any of my complaints are invalid, basic, whining. This makes me feel incredibly lonely sometimes.
And in our loneliness we continue putting on mascara and hating ourselves.
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