Off comes the perfection.
The mascara and foundation.
I can’t help but feel a sense of liberation as I wash away the imitation of what society says is beauty.
I’m suffocating under all of the layers, the weight of scrutinization.
“Wear this.” “Don’t do that!”
“You’re too skinny.” No, now “you’re too fat.”
When did the definition of “beauty” become a stereotype?
When did the worth of something become measured by it’s hype?
When did we stop seeing the woman, and instead see only what brands she wears? Why does going “make-up free” result in looks and stares?
Everyone is beautiful. In their own special ways.
That’s what we should be teaching our young ladies nowadays.