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As I sit here in moderate pain because my new brand of clay mask is trying to consume my face, I’m realizing how much I hate how shallow and superficial our society is. It seems to me that us humans are ever increasingly striving towards a shallow physical ideal rather than a depth of emotion and character. I believe that there is a difference between health, wanting to look good, and shallowness, but it seems more and more lately that we are tipping over the cliff of superficiality and commercialism.

Whatever happened to the saying “beauty is on the inside”? It seems less and less relevant these days, especially among my generation. I’ve been witness to the typical clique ideal of this emerging generation and I must say that I’m appalled. Women fight amongst themselves over who’s the prettiest, even to such an extent that they get unnecessary plastic surgery in an attempt to fit social constructions of beauty. It annoys me that society tells us what is acceptable and what’s not, like nose size, body type, bust measurement… And then society has the power to make us feel inadequate if we don’t meet the set specifications. This is a great example of what I’m talking about:

She used to be so gorgeous, and then she just… snapped

I’ve heard the most beautiful of my female friends say things that are self deprecating like, “My bust is too small”, “My legs are too long!”, “I’m too short”, “I’m too tall!”, “I’m too thin…”, “My curves are in the wrong place”, “During the Renaissance, I’d be considered the ideal of beauty… not so much today considering I actually eat…”, and don’t even get me started on the hair comments. In fact, it reminds me a lot of this scene from Mean Girls:

“My pores are huge!”
“My hair line is so weird!”
“My nail beds suck!”

Now, these women are gorgeous. Drop dead gorgeous with groups of guys following them around. But they still feel insecure because of societal expectations. It’s a travesty!

Some modern women diet excessively, get eating disorders, and later become obsessed with fitting into a certain size dress as if that size defines their worth. They spend hundreds or even thousands of dollars on expensive skincare, wrinkle correcting cream, botox, seaweed wraps, diet pills, and shake-on chemical concoctions that promise to make them feel full so they can eat less or skip meals.

Part of the problem is that women constantly have pictures of airbrushed, computer manipulated female models shoved in their faces while watching TV, looking at magazine covers, and viewing every type of advertisement that exists.

I’m not even going to act like I’m immune to the whole marketing campaign telling me I have a lot of work to do. I’m a 150lb, 5’7″ female with shoulder length multicolored hair, freckles, HUGE brown eyes (they come in handy for creeping people out), the skin color of a zombie, and I’m a pear shape which makes finding jeans an absolute bitch. According to society, I’m screwed.

But yet, I shake my head at the magazine covers and push on, because we are more than what we look like on the outside. Way more. Looks fade anyway, but personality doesn’t. So readers, be you male or female, don’t ever let anyone tell you that you aren’t beautiful, and don’t let anyone tell your friends or family that they are not beautiful because they are not fake. Strive for health and depth of character, because you will never please society. If you attempt to, you might become the next Heidi M.

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