I miss real white lips

I miss non artificial hips

I miss a variety of eye shapes. Cat eyes are now all we know. Have they changed the way we see the world?

I miss real bodies for selfish reasons.

Real bodies puts less pressure on me to keep up with the Jones’

Because I’m susceptible to the beauty pressures and the more people that give in the less chance I think I have to stay standing.

Because I’m forgetting what real untouched bodies look like

I miss the days when the beauty competition wasn’t so visible and ongoing. It’s literally on 24/7 if you choose to tune in. Which is why me and Instagram are distant friends at best.

It’s not because I have so many better things to do. Although I do (we probably all do) but no, I am actively hiding

Because it was adding a weight that my shoulders just don’t need to carry. In that respect I’m a lazy girl.

Im running from it. I’m running to the land of peace of mind. Where I can enjoy who I am without worrying about who I’m not, while I’m still young and probably look a way that my one-day wrinkly self will be really proud of. Even if my now self doesn’t get it.

Get it?

Diversity is for the sake of beauty. Probably not the only sake but for me maybe the most important one.

But the scary future I see is one where we all look the same but in different skin tones and only because that’s harder to change.