Alright, so I came across this site: Love Your Flawz. It's all about a positive self-image but not in the "I'm going to wake up tomorrow morning and love myself" kind of way but more of a realizing we are all flawed, even those "perfect" Barbies and Kens, but coming to terms with it and knowing that it is ok to be flawed.
So I'm dedicating this post to that exact theory: imperfection is perfection. I know we're constantly being told that thinner is prettier or muscley guys are hotter but at the same time that you should love yourself the way you are and "real women have curves!" and the like. The real truth is, no one is perfect -not even close- and anyone who thinks they are is probably a douchebag anyways.
As teenagers, we all go through that "what are these red bumps on my face?!" stage. I'm slowly getting over mine but it sucks and it's not pretty but most of us get it and get through it. I hate when people always cover a portion of their face with their hand or a book or their hair because of "that thing" on their face. No, it's not the most attractive feature in a person but that's all it is - one feature. You can have the most gorgeous eyes or prettiest smile but you can't get past acne.
Those biceps, the six pack, the chest; guys with muscles are hot. I was so surprised when skinny guys I know have told me how insecure they are about their size because they're so small. Personally, I find superthin guys very hot (Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds, anyone?) and have even been repulsed by Superman's muscles. Just because a guy's arm is incapable of flexing or because his stomach is a bit concave is no reason for him to feel bad about himself. Jokes about not eating aren't at all funny when someone puts the time and effort into gorging themselves sick with food and doing situps and benchpresses only to show no results. Skinny guys are hot and shouldn't have to think any differently.
I'm not going to lie: I like my chest. It's small and that's why I like it because I can get away with wearing lowcut shirts without mounds of cleavage pouring out. However, many girls feel the complete opposite about their smaller chest sizes. If anyone who is comfortable with their cup size and thinks this is ludicrous, just think to yourself how many guys look at a girl's chest. Creepy, yes, but many people take the size of a girl's boobs into consideration. Many guys describe their perfect girl as "blonde, thin, big boobs." Where does that leave the flat chested half of the nation? Having a smaller chest is nothing to be ashamed about; it's merely genetics. Besides, look at yourself in the mirror - would having a very large chest paired with your body be a bit disproportionate? There are always ways around this, such as push ups bras, but we all come in every shape and size and it was for a reason.
Possibly woman's (and even man's) greatest insecurity is their size all around. We constantly hear fat jokes that we or others make, we get bombarded with ads saying we need to slim down or we'll die, that that celebrity lost ten pounds and looks better than ever or we need to get the newest diet pill because "our lives were holding us back with all that extra weight." You know what, media or friends or family or strangers making all those comments? SUCK IT. Way, way back in the medieval day weren't women considered beautiful the bigger they were? I'm talking over 200lbs, big butted beauties. Now, I'm not going around telling people to be over 200lbs in order to look nice, I'm trying to explain that the idea of "true beauty" changes with the time. It used to be the thicker the better, just a little while back it was ribcages and ana wings and now we're stuck in the middle of curves and hipbones. Why can't everyone be considered good looking, no matter what their size? One's circumference shouldn't be what makes them beautiful. The largest girl in your school could have the greatest eyes or that chubby girl who takes the same bus as you could have a splendid laugh but, hey.. why bother to get to know the fat girl, right? And all of this goes for the men, as well - they're under constant criticism to be fit and not flabby. The Biggest Loser, You Are What You Eat, Eat Yourself Sexy; there are so many shows about making people thinner. Being one hundred, two hundred pounds overweight has been scientifically proven unhealthy for us but so has being underweight. Some people are naturally born very thin or big boned and we should celebrate the fact that we are blessed to be allowed to see all shapes of man.
So what am I asking of you, as stated at the beginning of the post? I want to know your flaws. If you wish to submit them under an anonymous name, understood. But please, if you have read this whole thing do the world this one great gesture and tell us: how are you flawed? You can say everything or one thing.
And I will not ask this of you without doing it myself. Everyone is flawed and mine include: feet three sizes too big, an ugly left ear and being forty pounds heavier than I'd like to be and ten sizes too big. My name is Stacy, I am size twelve, one hundred and seventy pounds with size eleven feet and this wart-mole mutation on my ear that exploded blood in grade two.
All I want to do with this blog is share my views on fashion, vent or tell you about my life and things I think about. Sometimes all I'm doing is giving a quick summary of my day and sometimes I'm trying to make you feel, make you think. That time is now. So, are you up for the challenge?
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