“There is certainly no absolute standard of beauty. That precisely is what makes its pursuit so interesting.” -John Kenneth Galbraith
I don’t think I know anyone who hasn’t, at some point, harped on how society promotes impossible beauty standards. Brit’s boobs got smaller and apparently “that’s too bad.” Beauty in our society is racially driven and black women just can’t compete. We’re all supposed to be impossible tall, leggy, and skinny. We’re supposed to have perky asses and big tits. And not only must we be impossibly perfectly skinny, we must have no cellulite and no stretch marks. And don’t think for a second that those standards end at your neckline.
Our necks aren’t long enough, our hair isn’t shiney enough, our skin isn’t flawless enough, our eyes aren’t big enough.
And this chick is a model. She was picked because she’s already the “most beautiful.” And she still needs major make up, hair styling, and Photoshop.
How am I supposed to compete with that? Not only do I not have enough time to sit around and let professional stylists make me gorgeous, I don’t have a CGI team following me around to make sure every angle of my body is perfect.
This is why every woman you know has body image issues.