I am forever wondering what's happening in the minds of the people around me. I also admit I am so guilty of the jealousy that comes from not being the skinny one in the room. It's not that I want to be YOU... it's just there's so many things I think you don't have to worry about.
On social media I watch and read people talking about appearances every single bloody day and its simply boring. Why are we so concerned and body obsessed? It's sad we continue to talk about fat, skinny, round, triangle shaped people, okay maybe not triangle. But seriously when will the madness end? We as women see it all over the internet every f*cking day. I am seriously concerned for our entire society.
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In an ideal world, all body figures will be equally cherished. But in order to do that, we must first acknowledge the imbalance in what it means to have a "beautiful" figure. Telling curvy people that they are beautiful does not threaten the beauty of skinny people.
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We typically stand by the idea that every woman should dress according to her body type (trends aside). Still, there are some items that look insanely good on pretty much anyone. Here, the top five pieces you already own that will make you look as svelte as hell.
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Next time you realize that you're comparing yourself to another woman, smile at her instead. Acknowledge her beauty and her health. And then, compliment yourself on being a badass in so many ways, and continue on your confident way as if the sidewalk is a catwalk.
Everyone has a natural body type. Yet the paradox of society is inescapable: Don't be too skinny, but don't be too large either. Talking with my friend that day reminded me that people's eyes are on you either way, although you've done nothing to deserve their admiration or distaste.
Today, these memories act as preventative medicine for my mind as I am constantly bombarded with superficial images of anorexic models portrayed as sex symbols. When I see the skin and bones of models, I no longer feel the envy, because I actively focus on remembering the pain I felt to achieve this.