The beauty industry is so reliant on youth. No wrinkles, no crows feet, no sagging skin, no age spots. The beauty industry’s focus is perfection, but perfection doesn’t exist. You know what exists? Laugh lines because you spent more time laughing than crying, freckles from that time you spent too much time outside, scars from that time you accidentally cut yourself when you were making your favorite dish, frayed and dried hair from that time you dyed your hair a crazy color every month in college because you got bored easily, yellow teeth from drinking too much coffee and you were too tired at the end of your days to brush them properly, age spots on your hands just like your mothers and you think of her every time you look down at them, chipped nail polish because the only time you like to paint your nails is when you’re sad and right now you’re happy, split ends because you’d rather buy the purse than the haircut, blackheads because you don’t have the patience to wait for a mask to dry so you deal with them, grey roots because you’re embracing your age rather than fighting against it. Those things are beautiful. They sell you diet pills for your baby weight, eye creams for your laugh lines, foot scrubs for your ragged feet. Those things alone reflect life, happiness and living. As a feminist I wholeheartedly believe in doing whatever you want in order to feel beautiful, but if the beauty industry didn’t exist would there be a need to feel more beautiful?