Beautifully Flawed

Can all the REAL GIRLS please stand up?? Now before you start writing me off let me break it down. When I say REAL GIRLS, I am not referring to the picture perfect, fliter free gorgeous being we follow on instagram and secretly wish we could steal a fraction of her beauty nor am I referring to the thick madam whose anaconda don’t cause she’s “all about that base”. When I say REAL GIRL , I’m talking about that girl that can’t post a “I woke up like this” selfie because she has puffy eyes that require immediate attention before even letting the sunlight in not forgetting the  drool tracings on her cheek that remind her that as much as she’s grown up, there are some things her inner child just won’t let go of.
It’s quite funny how life has changed how we perceive ourselves as girls, ladies and even women because all of a sudden we have to fit into a box and play into life’s “thinya thanya” game because it’s either you are Team YellowBone or Team whatever bone, Team skinny or Team PHat. When did we become a generation that places beauty and outward appearance above everything else? If we not for one team, we have to be degrading someone else because they don’t fit into that box. Don’t blame media on this because as much as media plays its role, it all boils down to us.
Have you noticed how we look at ourselves in such a critical manner and when I say critical, I put emphasis on the negative connotations because I don’t know about you but in my years of growing up especially during my puberty years, I don’t think I have ever passed a mirror, looked at myself (cause what else is a girl supposed to do) and not said something negative about myself and honestly it hurts. We say guys always find something negative to say about girls but have you ever thought at how many of those very things we say about other girls or even about OURSELVES. You can’t expect someone to love you if you can’t look at yourself in the mirror, say I love me and ACTUALLY believe it.
I’m privileged to have younger sisters and see how society’s ideology of beauty has created a painful domino effect on our generation. It’s easy to brush off the stereotypes when it’s on us but when you see a young 16 year old girl say to themselves that they wish they were prettier, skinner or even lighter then you know that something needs to be done to repaint this picture.  Okay so you don’t have the fairest skin, you have stripes longer than the river Nile and you can’t wear shorts without spotting a couple of dimples on your thighs. SO WHAT??? Baby girl, you are ART. . . your dimples, scars and stripes are stories engraved to show the world that the human body  isn’t supposed to look nice , it was supposed to make you feel something because you are BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED.