Society Talks Too Much

How did we as society come up with an ideal image of a perfect person or perfect body? What makes Barbie, a tall, thin but still curvy, blonde, and blue-eyed figure a perfect body? Why do we compare ourselves to one another? Why can't we just accept our unique looks and appreciate our bodies for their real purpose- to keep us alive?

Someone once told me that I look "too pretty" to be depressed. They said that I got "too good of grades" to be depressed. They even said I "smiled too much" to be depressed. None of those things decide whether I'm depressed or not. You can't judge a person by how they look, or how you assume their life is. I've struggled with depression since I was very young. And hearing from someone that "I'm just sad", or "I'll get over it soon" does not help. Don't ever be so quick to judge.

There's a part of me that is nervous for it to be Christmas Eve. I was assaulted that night two years ago walking to my car from work. I hate that it still bothers me. I'm told that I have what is called PTSD. Most of the time I pretend I am fine. But now that the holidays are here I don't know how to handle it.

Love your nose Love your scars Love your cellulite Love your thighs Love your stretch marks Love yourself