Good But Never Good Enough

Beauty is supposed to be in the eye of the beholder, but society dictates the beholder’s vision.

We’ve blurred the lines of normalcy and experimental. To be beautiful, you must fix what’s unflattering. It is expected. You’re shamed if you’re don’t fix fixable problems, and shamed if you do because we should promote body positivity and love the skin we are in. We are torn. We are broken. We are exhausted.

From young age, women and (some) men are taught that fine lines, wrinkles, sagging breasts, butts, stomach and arms are not beautiful. Greying, loss of hair and receding hair lines is not attractive. Surgeries, dyes, creams, gadgets and do-da’s are pushed and promoted. But we should love how we are made. We should embrace our flaws.

We fight to be accepted for who we are and fight ourselves for who we’ve become. We eat healthy and exercise accordingly. We birth babies and raise families, but we are still not societies vision of beauty. We are lazy for not fixing fixable problems society created while simultaneously telling us to love ourselves. We are now confused too.

If we are too skinny, we are sick. If we are fat, we are grotesque. If we have acne, we are dirty. If we use make-up, we are catfishing. If our skin sags, we are not lifting enough. If we lift too much, we are masculine. If we seek medical help, we are looking for the easy way out and if we live life naturally, we are not doing enough.

We are good, but never, never good enough.