Pretty Girl Essay

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Pretty Girl, How's it Feel To Make Me Hate Myself? Author: mikaelamuffinx PM "We write nonfiction to make sense of our lives. It's to achieve a type of insight we've never had before." An essay discussing my clarity on my past insecurities. Constructive critisism is much appreciated. Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 2,450 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-01-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2966345 [Fonts] A a Abc Abc Abc [Story Width] [Story Spacing] [Story Contrast] Dear Pretty Girl, How's it Feel to Make Me Hate Myself? We live in a soceity made up of materialism. This is exemplified in any conveniance store where magazines are sold. On the cover of which, you'll usually find an airbushed supermodel, with glowing skin and immaculate facial ratio. She has glossy, plump lips pulled back half way to reveal perfectly alligned dentitions. No one is this perfect, we're all aware of the editing that these types of photos go through. These photos are photoshopped to an extent where sometimes the model is unrecognizable in the end. The model is thin, probably 110 lbs, despite being five feet and nine inches tall. Doctors are disgusted at this; anyone could tell you this model is underweight and unhealthy. Bet yet, you'll find an endless number of women and girls alike, who aspire to BE this magazine cover. Everyone is jealous of this woman. Despite knowing she's unhealthy, we crave to be that thin. And despite knowing this picture is so intensely edited, we'de die to look like this woman. We live in a soceity where plastic is pretty. Poorly molded, easily breakable, feeble and frail plastic, that can fray easily and rip apart just like the ego of a teenage girl. The quality of soceity is decreasing due to greedy people SO ravenous that they twist moral standards arounds in order to make money. They don't care about making you happy, and giving you
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