“I’m having a bad hair day,” I tell my boyfriend on a very regular basis. Because really, when do I have a good hair day? Almost never, for I am my worst critic. My boyfriend, however, looks at my hair, then seems confused since he does not see the difference with yesterday’s hair (which he liked). This is the problem: I am so absorbed by my own self-criticism that I counteract what I want to achieve: a better version of me.
“Omg I really admire that you dare posting a picture with no make-up on,” is one of the regular comments on fashion or beauty blogs when someone posts a “naked” picture. “Not that you need it,” they add. Not that you need it? No one needs make-up.
An image of a gorgeous, healthy-looking, curvy woman pops up in my Facebook timeline. People rave about her in the comments — finally a pretty woman! And I agree that the shift towards curvy women is a fantastic thing, but we’re not there yet. Yes, we’re finally getting rid of the skinny ideal, yet the beauty ideal still is made up of labels — just different labels.
A few days ago, an article popped up called “The Ugliest Woman in the World.” I didn’t click it because the idea that someone had the nerve to make a statement like that infuriated me, but when I saw it everywhere, my curiosity won me over. I’m glad it did, because I found a video of what turned out to be one of the most inspirational women I’ve seen on the Internet.
I am walking down the street, when that bottle-blond girl from my University class passes me. She hurriedly acknowledges me with a smile before hurrying onwards to the seminar for which we’re both late. I scowl; her smile is crooked and her bright red lipstick only enhances that. It draws way too much attention to her teeth, and as she walks away from me her behind jiggles — badly. She really shouldn’t be wearing those leggings like they’re a pair of jeans — they’re not — and just like everyone else she can’t pull it off.