Looking at how women are portrayed these days on magazines, movies and media, it is almost impossible to be unaffected by it. We all forget one thing as we go on a quest to look our ‘best’, or when we try to fit the mold of societal beauty standards. Who is this exactly for? Yourself, or the world?
The first time I realized people could look imperfect I was 11. Mrs Chan said to the whole class that I had a nice face but big bones. I was muscle-encased track team bulk, like the bear they made me in the kindergarten circus musical because I wasn’t skinny enough to be a ballerina.