Everyday I worry about my body “issues”; the media has made it so clear what’s beautiful and what’s not.
“Hey, I am a feminist, I shouldn’t be sexualizing myself”.
And then I look at the mirror:
“No, I need to look better. My boobs need to look bigger. My nose needs to be sharper. My skin needs to be brighter, flawless. My stomach needs to be flatter (it does, but I don’t think about the health-related motivations but rather to “look pretty”)”.
Inspired by the post: Feminist Guilt