has anyone taken a moment, stopped, and actually thought
of the authentic meaning of what beauty truly is? What
defines beauty? Is it skin color, weight, freckles on one's
face? Or is it something deeper than that, something that
may not involve physical aspects but rather being able to
embrace one's uniqueness. Today in our society, the media
is constantly telling young adults exactly how they should
look in order to be beautiful, they set guidelines such as
plump lips, arched eyebrows, flawless skin. This is how
these huge corporations survive. They survive off people
who are gullible or have low self-esteem. They set an image
which unfortunately leads teenagers to become severely
obsessed with looking perfect, but if we all looked like that,
“perfect” we would simply be all clones, and the world…
Well, it would be a fairly boring place.
Women are under constant pressure to measure up to
unrealistic social and cultural ideals of beauty. Advertising
and the media bombard us with images of mostly youthful,
ultra-thin women with perfect skin, hair, and teeth. This can
easily make anyone flipping through a magazine or seeing
an advert of tv feel devastated because they do not look like
the “pretty, thin” women in the magazine. However, we have
to remember, with every “perfect” woman comes a million
and one edits. They agency's transform these already
beautiful women into something unrecognizable to the
original photo. Even the models, who you would think are
perfect from beginning to end, are changed to this