To the Men Behind the Photo: This One Is for You
Cheers to the Men Who Love the Flawed Women of the World
In this current age of social media obsessions, physical perfection at the drop of a knife, and unlimited access to the thoughts and opinions of the entire world, women are subject to more ridicule than ever before. Ten years ago women were blissfully unaware of all the perfections of others, giving us the ability to hold ourselves to an obtainable expectation. Since the social media big bang however, the perfections of others are shoved down our throats accompanied by clever captions and flawless filters. Social Media is the microscope of society showing us how we are unworthy. In order to be accepted by this new age debutante cotillion women have taken its expectations to the extreme, manicured nails, hair extensions and wigs glued to our heads for the goddess illusions we all thrive to meet. Every pore smeared with chemically infused foundation to desperately cover the imperfections we don't want anyone else to see. Women parade around in tiny outfits that make their waists look curvy but not fat, push up bras to make our breasts be large and perky, and not to mention the six inch heels to lengthen our legs and draw attention to the ass we spend thousands of dollars injecting with fat for the perfect porn star persona. While all of these can be empowering to women, in which case I full support, they can also be detrimental to our self acceptance and self esteem. Usually while we are striving for the attention of strangers on social media, there are significant others in our lives who love us just as we are, who see us flawed and imperfect and yet they still love us. These people could careless about the number of likes we get on a half naked photo, yet will spend 20 minutes helping you get the perfect angle and lighting to get that post worthy shot. These are the loved ones who wake up to us everyday with out the fake lashes and perfect hair, who see our unshaven legs and hair clogged drain, and yet they are here and they love us, they are real and true. These loved ones often go unnoticed, they support whatever makes you feel beautiful because they want to see your light shine when you feel loved and worthy. This is an anthem for all those loved ones who see us for who we truly are. Next time you post the sexy photo with your face full of make up and, the designer outfit reflect on who that post is really for, the strangers or the true. To the ones behind the photo this one if for you, you are most likely not told enough how special you are in this world of illusion, the true and genuine have more to offer than any amount of likes in a false cyber world. To the true and genuine lovers of the flawed I salute you, and the impact you have on this world is far greater than that of those who have mastered the art of illusion. In a world of perfection, be true to your self and the genuine will love you anyway.
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