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2/04/2004


Its like looking at yourself through a cracked mirror. 

Currently listening to: The Darkness.

Do you know how hard it is to be a woman in todays world? With every single image and social attitude projected at us from every possible media outlet its hard not too feel a bit inadequate sometimes. Maybe thats why everytime I see that show 'Extreme Makeover' I feel like having plastic surgery. Heck, theres alot I could fix.

In todays world it seems that if youre not thin and beautiful youre noone. If your not wearing the 'right' clothes, behaving the 'right' way, or wear the 'right' colour lipstick they tell you no man could ever love you. How sad is that? As if theres not other more important things in this world we should be worrying about other than these superficial things like clothes, shoes, or whether my butt looks too big in these pants. But the unfortunate truth is, you do get judged by how you look. Sometimes I feel so bombarded with these images and ideals I feel sick. No I dont mean bulimia, I mean physically sick to my gut.

I admit I get swept away sometimes. I see these beautiful girls (and there are soo many of them) all I can think is how I wished I look like them. You know, like a supermodel or something - nothing too over the top. And then you sorta get sucked into that whole idea, that if you wore those stilleto heels you could be as tall as them, and if you had fashionable clothes then maybe - just maybe, you could be beautiful too.

Its not often I feel like that. Only sometimes in my moments of self doubt I'll look in the mirror and think of things I can change. You know, the standard boob job, nose job and liposuction... Who doesn't?? No honestly, most of the time I am happy with who I am. I am not a high maintenance type of girl, give me a pair of sweat pants anyday. Most days I dont even brush my hair. And I still smile with my crooked tooth.

But what I guess I am trying to say is: its hard to be a woman, with all these images of beautiful people all they seem to do is press the point of how not unadequate you are. It makes me want to cut my hair real short, to rebel from these sterotypes. If I wasn't trying to compete with my friend who could grow their hair longer, I would.





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