The average teenage girl spends thirty percent of her time worrying about how she looks. She spends twenty percent of her time worrying about how everyone else thinks she looks. She spends ten percent of her time worrying about how other people look/make her look. She spends fifteen percent of her time swooning over every boy that walks past. She spends another fifteen percent of her time in pointless debates and arguments with parents and friends. That leaves about ten percent of her time to act like a normal human being.
It really amazes me how much the average teenager can worry about looks in general. That's about sixty percent of those made up statistics up there. And then there's a whole other major section of the world that is poking and proding and telling them what is wrong with them and what they should be doing and looking like.
It's in people, it's in the media, it's in advertisements for every single product on the market. And it's not only for teenagers. Everyone is marketed. Everyone is told they aren't whatever and will never be whatever without being a certain way or having a certain thing.
They don't even care. It's how they make sales, it's how they get their product out there. It can be subtle, and it can be right in your face. Either way, it's there.
A girl has to look this way to be beautiful.
A guy has to have this to be masculine.
Outside of the media, it's from the people you see every day. The people you know. The people you love. Why do they do this? I don't know. Maybe it's because of advertising and the media that people think there is one way to be. Maybe people just need an ideal to reach for so that their lives aren't so bad.
It's really too bad I don't care about fitting into a mold, or living up to anyones fake ideals.
"Oh, you should dress more girly, be more girly, act more girly. See, don't you look nice now?"
Too bad I don't care.
"You should really do something about that acne you have, [insert event here] is coming up. You wouldn't want to have all that acne."
Too bad I don't care.
"Oh, don't you have some makeup to put on? You didn't do anything about that acne."
It's too bad I don't care.
It's too bad I don't care that I'm a tomboy and don't have the boys breaking down my door. I'm not going to care that I have acne, I'm going to do what I will to take care of it but I don't care that it's there. I don't like wearing makeup, I don't like how it makes me feel. I'm going to go run around outside and climb trees and fall down, I'm not going to sit around in a dress and be "girly". I don't need a boyfriend to be happy. I had a boyfriend for a while, it was cool, we broke up, now I don't have one. I don't particularly care if I have one or not, either. I'm not going to do the things anyone wants me to do, because I'm not that kind of person.
I'm going to be whoever the hell I want, and do the things that are me.
Sorry 'bout your luck, it's just too bad that I don't care.
haha i feel like such a jackass now for linking to that ridiculous cat fight on your previous post
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