I love everything you write and I love the existential direction it keeps heading. I've gone through a similar issue with my breasts. The way I got out of it was this. I realized my motivation for agonizing over it was the fear of not being loved by a man. Then I realized why TF would I want to be with a man who gave a shit what my boobs…
I love everything you write and I love the existential direction it keeps heading. I've gone through a similar issue with my breasts. The way I got out of it was this. I realized my motivation for agonizing over it was the fear of not being loved by a man. Then I realized why TF would I want to be with a man who gave a shit what my boobs looked like. Once I realized that, I knew that I had to love and accept them myself, to ensure no one else could make me feel inferior about how they've changed. Basically it's like putting the teenage boy that lives inside of you to rest. I feel like the dismantling of beauty culture just comes down to America needing to grow up. We need to grow up and realize chasing the "Fountain of Youth" is just an immature pursuit. Idk about you but living forever (as an immature prick) sounds awful af.
This relates to my decision recently about fashion, hair, skin care. Who am I putting this amount of effort, time and money in for......
Could the effort, time and money be better spent elsewhere? Damn right.
Also, and this seems funny but it's true. It's important to me to be able to jump into the lake at the cottage with my kids, without worrying about my hair, make-up, fancy swim suit....etc.
And it's important to me that my face doesn't look frighteningly different in the morning to my family, before I have had time to make it up. I would prefer to just look frightening all the time lol.
I love everything you write and I love the existential direction it keeps heading. I've gone through a similar issue with my breasts. The way I got out of it was this. I realized my motivation for agonizing over it was the fear of not being loved by a man. Then I realized why TF would I want to be with a man who gave a shit what my boobs looked like. Once I realized that, I knew that I had to love and accept them myself, to ensure no one else could make me feel inferior about how they've changed. Basically it's like putting the teenage boy that lives inside of you to rest. I feel like the dismantling of beauty culture just comes down to America needing to grow up. We need to grow up and realize chasing the "Fountain of Youth" is just an immature pursuit. Idk about you but living forever (as an immature prick) sounds awful af.
This relates to my decision recently about fashion, hair, skin care. Who am I putting this amount of effort, time and money in for......
Could the effort, time and money be better spent elsewhere? Damn right.
Also, and this seems funny but it's true. It's important to me to be able to jump into the lake at the cottage with my kids, without worrying about my hair, make-up, fancy swim suit....etc.
And it's important to me that my face doesn't look frighteningly different in the morning to my family, before I have had time to make it up. I would prefer to just look frightening all the time lol.