Today was the average monday:
A hot dunkin coffee, school, extra curriculars, and the usual beat down of the average American teen. Who am I to gripe over my day when people suffer more than me all around the world but I have to consider that my problems must matter too right? This morning my mom took down a teen vogue from our never ending piles of bills and junk that floods the mail box. I noticed Demi Lovato was on the cover so intrigued I began to turn through the pages of the ideal girl.
IDEAL: what’s in a name? skinny. talented. sexy.
The list continues but as I flipped through the pages I noticed more and more girls the size of a toothpick and less and less the size of me. I’m not average. I know that. Some may call me fat behind my back but who defines pretty. Since the cover displays a women so prominent in the empowerment of girls and healthy body image, why should I assume that the contents of the catalogue should be any different? Why should I assume that the industry will continue to remain backwards as more and more individuals begin to lean towards me.
Who is defining pretty–magazines? designers? Whoever it is here is what I have to say to you:
YOUR ADS ONLY REACH A SMALL PORTION OF THE POPULATION AND YOU MAKE EVERY OTHER WOMEN AND GIRL FEEL BAD ABOUT THEMSELVES BECAUSE THEY CANNOT FIT IN. SHOW A SKINNY MODEL AND CHUBBY ONE TOGETHER BECAUSE SOCIETY IS A MIX NOT A HOMOGENOUS SOLUTION.
It is time for me to get healthy but not on your standards. Perfect is a word but I guess I am striving for it. Welcome to my journey.