Being the shallow person that I am, if I am not moderately satisfied with how I look in the morning, that defines my day. No matter where I'm going, no matter who I'm seeing. As I said, shallow.
Thanks to my lovely skin pigmentation disasters and the skin condition I seemed to have re-developed even though I eat an insane amount of healthy food, my day is still dependant on how I feel about myself. There's probably nothing to the common eye that is different, or at least noticeable about me yet for some bizarre reason I still feel insecure.
Today's society is still incredibly harsh on the appearance of ladies, of people in general. Fashion industries are still mainly dominated by wafer-thin models and pompous designers how are too interested about fashion sales and public image to take a stand. From countless essays written on body image, it is clear in my knowledge that girls still felt pressure to be thin to be accepted by the judgemental people of our society.
Not only am I shallow, but a hypocrite as well. Here I sit, writing about unhealthy models when I too strive to be like them. Even though I am aware of the repercussions, and I'm not saying I want to be underweight because that's just absurd, but I still feel the pressure from others around me. Yes, you may argue that there are many who see all types of body shapes as beautiful, I too am one of those people. But when it comes to my own body and insecurities, I still look towards that symbolised hourglass figure shown below on Elizabeth Taylor in her younger years.
Two hours later... back to it! Make that 4 hours.. whoops !
Hmm, where was I? Oh, that's right! appearances.
I have recently become so 'obsessive' you could say with looks, that I find checking the scales mandatory in my daily wake-up routine. This, in conjunction with the thorough mirror check, define how my day is going to go. A little over the accepted value? Bad day. Under the accepted value? Good day.
Other things such as these define how I'm going to live my life on that particular day.
If only life was simple again, gone are the days when I could wear whatever tomboyish clothes I wanted, do my hair in a messy little updo and have no judgement.
I really don't know how to finish this little post of so I'll just say bye. buh bye!
au revoir. xo
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