I am moderately chubby with acne.
And you know what? I’m not sad about it. I’m certainly not sorry about it.
When my acne gets really bad, it is physically uncomfortable. I admittedly don’t like that part.
But otherwise, I feel totally fine with myself. And not just fine, but attractive.
Since when did unattainable beauty become the only attractive thing to humans? What happened to regular people? Why did we decide to impose unrealistic ideals on beauty and attractiveness?
Presumably because somebody somewhere saw an opportunity to make a buck, and everyone else followed suit…
Regular people need to make a comeback. People who look like regular people, act like regular people, and live like regular people.
Somewhere along the line, a huge divide happened. The impossibly beautiful and filthy rich moved way to the top. And regular people moved way to the bottom. In between us is a vast open space that we hope has a ladder to get from us to them.
But there is no ladder. And “they” are not any better than “we” are.
Why aren’t we their ideal? Why do they have to be our ideal? Let’s turn it on it’s head. Or whatever that saying is.
You don’t have to continually reach to someone else’s full potential. You just have to reach your full potential. Listen to who you really are, not what everyone tells you to be. Besides, the rich and famous are no less miserable than the rest of us – I’d actually argue that we have it better than they do in a bazillion ways (approximately).
Why do I have to be thin to be attractive?
Why do I have to have clear skin to be attractive?
Why do I have to have straight teeth to be attractive?
Why do I have to have expensive clothes to be attractive?
What’s wrong with a wide ass?
What’s wrong with acne, stretch marks, and cellulite?
What’s wrong with crooked teeth?
What’s wrong with jeans and a t-shirt?
Cheers to being a regular person.
We are also hot. And happy. And successful. Just the way we are.