From a young age, I knew there was something wrong with me. As I grew into an adolescent, my body was not paying any attention to the “script” society sent out, and I realized more and more that I would never look like the images reflected back to me on the screen, or from the glossy pages of a magazine. For many years, I let these thoughts hold me captive, dictate my worth, and keep me from discovering and celebrating my own authentic beauty.
As an adult woman, I have become savvier to the false world of fashion and beauty. Although, admittedly, a small part of me still wants to fit in and thinks I need to try. The more I have talked with other women, the more I see that negative body image has an effect on virtually EVERY woman to one degree or another.
Beauty, as defined by our society, is a fickle friend that's constantly changing. The only thing that won’t change are the unrealistic expectations that go along with it. They will continue to swing from one end of the pendulum to the other. We can’t afford to let that shape our lives or how we feel about ourselves, but too many of us do.