Our Broken Society

They tell us at a young age that beauty is in the eye of the beholder;

I was ten when I was first embarrassed about my looks, and I soon learned that it wouldn't be the last.Tears streaming down my face,because I allowed a boy to tell me thatI was fat.Society tells us "beautiful" is what you see in magazines,but even the people in magazines,don't look like the people in magazines.They distort their faces and call it Perfection.Even the word sounds fake.I know I'm never going to be a size two,But do they?They tell me I will be beautiful,If I buy diet programs and tiny garments.They say I will FEEL beautiful.But will all of this REALLY make the boys beg at my feet,and girls be jealous of ME?Twelve years old and embarrassed again,Am I really fat?I remember thinking to myself,"Why can't I be beautiful,For the people who tell me I'm not"Fifteen years old now,and though I know I am deemed unbeautiful by my peers,I still try so hard to impress them.Society is a broken mess,But we can fix it.If we just spread the idea that beauty isn't owning the latest fashion trend,or even being a size two.If we teach others that beauty is having an amazing, unique, personality,and being able to talk about anything with anyone,Maybe our future children won't be so messed up. So, when you see the girl who is deemed beautiful by societies standards,Don't say "OMG I love your boots!"or "I love what you did to your hair today!"Her boots will end up in a thrift store when they're out of style,and her hair will grow gray.Give her a compliment that really matters.Tell her she has a beautiful PERSONALITY,or that you love how positive she is.You cannot change society without changing your view.

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