The one in your tooth can be fixed with years of braces, accompanied by a bit of teasing from relentless peers.
The one between your age and his… is a potential disaster.
Height gaps? Adorable.
But thigh gaps? Those are… sexy.
Because apparently the measure of space there is between your legs dictates your self worth.
But don’t forget, you also need a good rack. But not too big, because if you’re too top heavy, we all know you’re just looking for attention.
And a narrow waist—but not that narrow, geeze, go eat a burger.
And your ass should be perfectly curved… but if it looks too good, well, it’s probably fake, and it’s no one’s fault but yours if a man’s grabby hands reach out to cup it.
Skinny girls, you are beautiful—but wait! Curvy women are the real women. Just not too curvy now, you’ve gotta fit the mold. Shape yourself to abide by what society says is the standard of perfection. It’s unattainable, so they say—but you could get there.
Just don’t eat too much. But if you have an eating disorder, well, what is wrong with you? Weight gain isn’t bad! You aren’t even fat!
Yeah, tell that to every other page in the magazines, all screaming the same things; lose weight now! New diet, guaranteed to make you lose weight! Even the cereal boxes boast their methods of metabolism boosting.
Let me tell you a secret.
The media wants you to hate yourself.
The more you realize your flaws in your complexion, the more makeup you’ll purchase to feel beautiful. And people may tell you that your body is fine, it’s fine, it’s fucking fine, and a body can be big, small, lanky or voluptuous—but no amount of reassurance can ever, will ever, combat how you feel when you look at that 5’11 model on T.V, with a gap between her thighs you think you would kill for.
Makeup is never advertised like war paint, but applying it sure as hell feels like you’re going into battle, and maybe it’s time we stop picking out our flaws and preaching love for the skinny and love for the large, and focus on something a little it different.
Shut off the Victoria’s Secret Runway show, flip the page of that magazine, throw away the trashy cereal box and buy yourself some lucky charms. Flip a middle finger in the general direction of anyone who tells you that your showing ribs make you an oddity, or that your love handles need to be disposed of. Let your collarbones poke through a cotton t-shirt, and if your “friend” tells you that your boobs, in that tank top, make you look like a slut, let her know how little you care by walking away without a backwards glance.
The next time a guy cat-calls you and comments on the size of your fat ass, use a key-ring, a tweezer, or smack him upside the head with a magazine.
Because darling, the media screws you over everyday.
You might as well fuck it over twice as hard.