I cannot bite my tongue to the importance of body image and self acceptance. I remember so vividly the insults that were spewed in middle school hallways and gym locker rooms. I was lanky and odd and out of place. To my dismay others wouldn’t let me forget. Continue reading
The cute cafes and beach outings paint a diluted image of my life. Social media sweetens our appearances and experiences by often times discarding the bitter heartbreaking reality.
Thrifting is an art form. One that combines the patient strokes of sandals along aisles and the hum of florescent lights. One of clutter and chaos and perfectly faded fringe and floral. One of tugging on knits, spotting stains, and sinking into personal style.
Despite efforts to thwart body image issues, they continue to flurry. As you wander though any checkout line the magazine headlines are still hammering this idea of the “Perfect Beach Body.” They claim ways to slim away those extra pounds and wrap viewers with an unsettling feeling; one of needing to alter oneself to fit society, fit the trend, fit into that bikini. Instead of admiring celebrities and idols for their accomplishments, personality, and compassion, we as a society have placed physical beauty as an attribute to replicate. It’s great to have role models but when the sole reason you look up to someone is because they have luscious lips or thin hips, it’s a step too far. Girls and women whittle away instead of growing in self-love and acceptance. It’s so frustrating! Continue reading
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