Some of my most beautiful friends suffer with the worst insecurities.
Just tonight, I watched one of them take a thousand selfies of her new hair color and tell me she “just need[s] a really good one,” and that all of her previous ones were “ugly.”
This is RIDICULOUS.
What if famous women talked about themselves this way?
Candice Swanepoel, Victoria’s Secret Angel.
Lupita Nyong’o, inspirational hurricane.
Emma Watson, my girl crush.
Jourdan Dunn, fashion model.
Hilary Clinton, Woman.
Carolina Wozniack, Scandinavian beast.
Xiao Wen-Ju, my forever fashion muse.
Karen Smith, popular girl.
Beth Ditto, rockstar.
Jenn Im, personal style/beauty guru.
Kate Upton, wet dream of America.
Yuna Kim, Olympic goddess.
Sonia Sotomayor, first U.S. Justice of hispanic decent, bitches.
Lindsey Wixson, The Face.
Malala Yousafzai, education reformist that you cannot ignore.
Meryl Streep & Helen Mirren, the high bar of inner-beauty.
Oprah, ruler of the free world.
Save yourself expensive cosmetics, months of dieting and dangerous surgeries. Start with self-acceptance, and love whatever it is that makes you beautiful: sick personal style, eloquence, political prowess, thin ankles, confidence?
Sleazy men and sleazier advertisements will not stop the objectification and sexualization of women until women take it upon themselves to prove society otherwise. All this obsessive talk of physical shortcomings (that nobody else actually sees) are stunting female liberation.
GET A GRIP.
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