I've become my own beauty standards
(Little me)
Society’s beauty standards are completely fucked. We’ve listened to them for so many years while molding ourselves into what we think beauty is and should be. It changes throughout the years, but there’s always a beauty standard set by society that we believe we should uphold.
I grew up in the 90’s and early 2000’s. I was a teenager in the early 2000’s. I hit puberty when I was 12, and that’s when everything changed for me. I went from being a small little girl to a having boobs and curves.
(Me in 7th grade)
In middle school and high school, it was all about boobs. I had strep throat in high school, had an allergic reaction to amoxicillin and went to the doctor because I had a rash all over me. The doctor, a male doctor, told me I was blessed, and told my mom something about boys coming after me.
At the time, I didn’t think anything of it. Now, as an adult, I obviously know that it’s entirely inappropriate for a doctor to tell a teenager that. Fucking horrid. Fucking unacceptable.
I went from trying to cover up my boobs in middle school wearing jackets to saying, “fuck it, they can’t be hidden no matter what” and wearing low cut tops in high school. What a difference.
I began to embrace being voluptuous, but thought I was too big everywhere. I didn’t just have big boobs. I had big everything making my figure symmetrical and proportional.
Like a fucking hourglass, and I thought my face looked plain because of my brown hair and brown eyes.
I overplucked my eyebrows (grateful that they fully grew back), wore silver eyeliner, and had my hair up a lot. Oh, yeah. I had muscles, too. I really didn’t know what to make of myself.
The curves are here to stay. The brown hair and brown eyes are here to stay. The boobs are here to stay. The muscles are here to stay. What you see is what you get, for real. I’ve come to love it all as an adult after being confused as a kid.
I’ve realized that we’re the ones who get to decide what beauty is to each of us. Not society. Fuck society’s beauty standards. What are your beauty standards?
I’ve come into my own creating a signature, without even intending to. Long hair, big boobs, full lips, curves everywhere. It’s me. I’m not against any surgery, fillers, or botox. They’re just not for me.
I would never want to deal with fillers, botox, implants, a nose job, hair extensions, fake nails, a fat transfer, any kind of lift, spray tan, hair color, or even makeup because I love what I have as I am without any of those. The maintenance of all of that makes me wince and shudder anyway.
Regardless of how anyone feels about any type of enhancement or all natural, the power is within you. You have the power to determine your standards, what beauty is and looks like to you, and what you want for you. I will never give that power to anyone else, and I hope you don’t either. Never, ever again.
I love that everyone looks so different than each other. I love that there is so much beauty everywhere. Body love and body positivity are two of the most powerful things we can own and embody.
It’s ok to want to make changes to your body or something about yourself. You can still love your body and yourself while wanting to make changes to it. It’s ok to not want to or to not have any desire whatsoever at all to change anything about your body or yourself either.
The bottom line is that just because you want to make changes to your body (if you do), doesn’t mean that you don’t love your body.
We are not meant to fit into boxes, stereotypes, or molds.
Once I truly saw myself for me, I let go of questioning my body and stopped trying to push back my natural physicality. I stopped trying to hide and cover up parts of me that were a part of me.
I felt freer, more alive, and relieved. Why was I even hiding?
As an adult, you look back on so much and smile after realizing that your younger you was doing the best she could just trying to figure things out. Just trying to figure herself out and who she was.
I went from being shy to being bold over the years. It’s never too late to create your own beauty standards.
I’ve created and set my own beauty standards. I’ve become my own beauty standards. I embrace and embody all of me.
Set your own beauty standards for nobody but you.
