lately, i’ve been feeling confident in my body and that’s something that’s rare to me. i wish that all girls would feel confident in their bodies and love themselves. everyone is beautiful no matter what their damn size is. ✨✨
Hey guys this is a questionnaire that’s super important for my friends dissertation and for her to graduate. It takes up to about 20 minutes to complete and I’d super appreciate if anyone took the time to fill it out for her. She needs to collect 100 responses asap.
It is about self image between yourself and your online persona of yourself. It would be so helpful to her for everyone to read it and fill it out honestly. It is anonymous. And all answers are private.
I’m having such a body positive day today. After years of struggling with self image and self esteem it is good to finally be able to look in the mirror and say to my self “I think I look beautiful.” It’s what everyone should do in my opinion; no matter of age, gender race, fashion sense or whatever. Who cares what the rest of this fucked up world thinks? What really matters is your own opinion about yourself and if you feel beautiful there ain’t anything anyone could say or do that will beat you down.
So here is my challenge to everyone who sees this post: take a look in the mirror every day and find something you like about yourself, tell yourself you’re beautiful and take an active approach to improving your self esteem too. You’re all beautiful and you all deserve it; girls and boys. And if the rest of the world is a bitch: at least know that I think you’re all stunning!
“When I was young I was teased for looking like a girl, it really hurt. However, I’m okay now. These days I think about what is ‘femininity’. Is it considered ‘feminine’ if I have a delicate figure? Because of this, I have given a lot of thought to feminism. So, I want to make clothes that give women a more empowered look. The common image of a ‘pretty woman’ is a skirt. If we think about the current fashion trend, it’s like a flared skirt. However, I don’t want women to be stuck with that image, I want them to feel like they can express whatever they want. I will broaden the “pretty woman” image.”
“어릴 때 여자 같다고 놀려서 상처 받았어요. 그런데 지금은 괜찮아요. 지금은 오히려 ‘여성성'이 무엇인지 생각해요. 제가 가진 섬세한 모습이 '여성성'인가요? 이러다보니 페미니즘에 관심이 많아졌어요. 그래서 저는 여자들이 좀 더 힘 있게 보이도록 하는 옷을 만들고 싶어요. 보통 '예쁜 여자’ 이미지는 치마, 요즘 유행으로 치면 플레어 스커트 같은 거잖아요. 그런데 전 여성이 그런데 갇히지 않고 자신이 원하는 대로 표현하길 원해요. ‘예쁜 여자’의 이미지를 넓혀줄 거예요.”
You want to be broken, but fixed. Borderline, but neurotypical. Skinny, but healthy. Blonde, but dark. Understood, but mysterious. Creative, but intelligent. Loved, but alone. Extroverted, but introverted. Drunk, but sober. Functional, but nocturnal. Chic, but street. Radical, but liberal. Stable, but unstable.
I was just thinking about how I’m going swimming tomorrow and I need to shave. Why? Because if people see my leg hair, my armpit hair, they’ll be grossed out. Because this natural, clean, hygienic display of sexual maturity is considered disgusting.
I was thinking about how I’ll need to factor in at least an extra half-hour in the morning to take care of this, even though I’ll be called high-maintenance.
Why am I so worried about getting this taken care of? Because I’ve learned that female sexual maturity is something to be ashamed of.
My parents taught me that girls were naturally beautiful without altering their bodies. So when I started to hit puberty in the 5th grade and my mother didn’t offer to teach me to shave, I unashamedly wore shorts to school.
I remember, in 5th grade, as the hairs on my legs started to darken, the boys in class called me “Chewbacca” and the other girls started talking to me like I couldn’t understand them. I learned that leg hair made me disgusting. Scared to ask my mom how to shave, I stopped wearing shorts, and I wore long pants every day. I wore long pants when it was 80 degrees and we were running the mile in gym class. I wore long pants when it was 90 degrees and I was at a pool party.
I remember, in 5th grade, when I tried to fit in with the “popular” girls. I knew that they talked about hair, makeup, and boys, so I tried to talk to them. I told them that I liked the way that my hair was naturally - thick and curly. They looked at me like I was from another planet. That’s when I learned that I wasn’t supposed to accept my appearance. I wasn’t supposed to like my natural hair. So I began complaining about how terrible it was to have my type of hair. I began waking up early every morning to iron out the curls that my parents were so proud of.
I remember visiting my cousins the summer after I hit puberty. We went swimming, and when my cousin, who was 14, saw me, he looked shocked. He asked if something was wrong with me. I hadn’t learned to shave yet, and he didn’t know that it was even possible for women to grow hair anywhere other than their head. That’s when I began to feel that I was the only woman in the world who didn’t shave every inch of hair. So I stopped swimming altogether and pretended to be sick every time the opportunity arose.
I remember, in the 6th grade, the boy I liked commented on my dark, large eyebrows. He told me they were gross. So I went home, spent hours on internet tutorials, and plucked them and shaped them. My dad was so sad and disappointed in me. But the boys at school started talking to me differently, and all the girls complimented my perfectly groomed brows. It was obviously a reflection of my increasing worth as a human being. Less hair meant I was more desirable to have as a friend.
I remember, in the 7th grade, after my mom taught me to shave my legs and my armpits, talking to the boy I liked. He told me that he could never like a girl who had arms like mine. They were disgusting. So I went home and shaved my arms.
I remember, in the 7th grade, some light-haired friends noticed that I shaved my arms and thought it was hilarious and weird. I lied to them and told them that I did it for a dare – because they obviously couldn’t understand how disgusting my arms were if they weren’t shaven.
I remember, in the 8th grade, going to a friend’s pool party, and realizing that I was the only girl there with visible hair around my bellybutton. I wore a shirt the entire day, until I could rush home and promptly shave it off.
I remember, in the 10th grade, the boy I had been dating for a year and I thought I was in love with, was examining my face intently. He noticed a few light hairs on my upper lip. He ran away from me, told me I was “fucking gross,” and said that he wouldn’t come near me until I took care of those hairs. His response seemed reasonable. It was my fault. So I went home and plucked away those hairs that I hadn’t even realized existed – embarrassing and shameful negligence on my part.
I remember, in the 11th grade, a boy who I loved and who I believed loved me, was the first person to see me fully nude. He was my first, but I wasn’t his. He told me that I was disgusting because I hadn’t shaven everything entirely, but that he would fuck me anyways. I went home mortified, empty, and in pain, promising him that I would take care of it immediately. The next day he texted me saying that he would rather not see me again. That’s when I learned that I wasn’t lovable unless I spent hours in the shower every week, making sure my body was immaculate and bare.
I remember, in college, the boy who truly did love me and would later plan to spend his life with me, didn’t understand why I didn’t want him to go down on me if I hadn’t spent hours grooming myself to perfection. He didn’t understand why I couldn’t let him love me the way I was, without a huge investment in razors and lotions. He didn’t understand why I apologized if I hadn’t shaven my legs for 2 days. He didn’t understand why I spent so much time every night plucking at my eyebrows and my lips and my hairline. And that’s when I learned that my lifetime of insecurities was also something to be ashamed of.
So I’d just like to say, fuck any person who says that a girl must be hairless to be beautiful. Fuck any person who raises their children to think this way - who criticizes a hairy woman in front of children. Fuck any person who criticizes a girl for being hairy and then turns around and calls women “high maintenance.” And fuck any person who says that dark bodily hair is gross and light bodily hair isn’t.
Women are hairy and women are beautiful. Deal with it. Learn to love women the way they were created to be loved, and maybe someday your daughters won’t spend their formative years embarrassed and crying about the gorgeous, natural hair you gave them.