Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

The alarm goes off. You drag yourself out of bed. You chuck your runners on and force yourself out the door. You walk for 20 minutes and with each step you take, you imagine that it’s forcing ever glob of fat to melt of your body. You come back home, step into the bathroom and strip off. You turn your naked body to the mirror and you despise the reflection. The height, the hair colour or style, the face, the breasts, the waist, the skin colour.

This is not a new8528051401_88dde86ab6_b.jpg problem. It’s the same set of thoughts that have been running through your mind ever since the day when you suddenly became aware that you were not up to standard with how women were supposed to look. Maybe you looked at ‘Jessica’ in Year 5 and she had blonde hair and she was popular and you thought if you had that, you would feel included too. Every minute, every day, every week and every moment since there, you have absorbed the world telling you that there is a way a woman is supposed to look and you aren’t it.

Weirdly enough, the concept of beauty is simply a combination of people’s projected ideals. Disney created big eye’s and small waists, magazines promote rake thin models
with flawless skin, movies created the hot girl. At the end of the day, it’s just a collection of thoughts that random strangers you will never meet have decided to propose as beautiful.

What if today was the day, you decided that when you looked in the mirror, you realised that she was as good as it was going to get. That the hair, the face, the body and where the lumps of fat like to cling to is who you are going to be for the rest of your life. What if you let go of those thoughts running through your head that keep desiring to be something you will never attain. What if you decided today, that you were the definition of beauty. Who gave anyone else more permission to decide what beautiful is than you?




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