Way too often we find ourselves face to face with the unrelentless reality that we are not perfect in a society that pressures us to be so. We buy airbrushed magazines and carry their beautiful pictures on our hearts as examples of what we're supposed to strive to be and when we don't measure up and the mirror seems to agree we punish ourselves with pounds of make up, push-up bras, and no lunch. Must we be apart of the system in order to fit in properly? Must we torture ourselves and the beautiful bodies we have been gifted with vigorous attempts to look like the woman on the cover of Vogue?
Beautiful women. That's what you all are. It doesn't need to be forced or fabricated because it already is.
