Feeling Rebloggy
Your eyes have become magnifying glasses, you can’t see past what you believe is wrong.
The stretch marks, the lack of a thigh gap, the acne that every product you try can’t seem to remove.
I’m sorry that men have instilled these ideals in you, men whose catcalls feel like crosses and lustful looks feel like nails forcing you to accept their unholy crucifixion.
They get angry if you show a lack of interest, as if they actually believe something along the lines of ‘Hey sexy’ and ‘Nice tits’ is a compliment.
I’m sorry for the unrealistic expectations.
I’m sorry that your thickness isn’t the right type of thick if your butt is fat but your stomach isn’t flat.
I’m sorry that if you happen to be a cup size not fitting for these men, there is a grievous error in your genetic makeup deserving of the title flat-chested among other poisonous opinions just because your breasts aren’t the type they want to fondle.
From a young age, you have been criticized simply for the act of living, torn down for the slightest resistance to male privilege.
I cannot bear to imagine the things you’ve heard walking down the street, in the workplace and even at home simply because of your gender.
So if no one has told you these things, let me be the first.
It’s okay if your skin is not as smooth as that of those Instagram models.
It’s okay if you don’t have a thigh gap and it’s okay if you do; it doesn’t matter.
It’s okay if your weight doesn’t fit their particular scale.
Your weight; your acne; your scars; your thigh gap; your lack of a thigh gap; your skin tone; your skin color; your height; your smile; your hair; none of these things impact you as a person, and the opinions of these men who hardly have anything to bring to the table mean nothing.
You are beautiful.
Read it again, as much as you need to.
You are beautiful.
That image you see in the mirror isn’t the truth.
Your eyes have become magnifying glasses, you can’t see past what you believe is wrong.
The stretch marks, the lack of a thigh gap, the acne that every product you try can’t seem to remove.
I’m sorry that men have instilled these ideals in you, men whose catcalls feel like crosses and lustful looks feel like nails forcing you to accept their unholy crucifixion.
They get angry if you show a lack of interest, as if they actually believe something along the lines of ‘Hey sexy’ and ‘Nice tits’ is a compliment.
I’m sorry for the unrealistic expectations.
I’m sorry that your thickness isn’t the right type of thick if your butt is fat but your stomach isn’t flat.
I’m sorry that if you happen to be a cup size not fitting for these men, there is a grievous error in your genetic makeup deserving of the title flat-chested among other poisonous opinions just because your breasts aren’t the type they want to fondle.
From a young age, you have been criticized simply for the act of living, torn down for the slightest resistance to male privilege.
I cannot bear to imagine the things you’ve heard walking down the street, in the workplace and even at home simply because of your gender.
So if no one has told you these things, let me be the first.
It’s okay if your skin is not as smooth as that of those Instagram models.
It’s okay if you don’t have a thigh gap and it’s okay if you do; it doesn’t matter.
It’s okay if your weight doesn’t fit their particular scale.
Your weight; your acne; your scars; your thigh gap; your lack of a thigh gap; your skin tone; your skin color; your height; your smile; your hair; none of these things impact you as a person, and the opinions of these men who hardly have anything to bring to the table mean nothing.
You are beautiful.
Read it again, as much as you need to.
You are beautiful.
Maxwell Diawuoh
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