Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Media Is The Puppeteer, And I am Cutting The Strings

Don't tell me I'm perfect or the best. Just tell me that I'm special and priceless, that's all I want to hear. I need to be constantly reminded that I am beautiful, loved and worth something. In a world full of pandemonium, I find myself invariably being juxtaposed with other girls, and the standards of this world. So many women, and even men, these days are dealing with the burden of feeling that they have to live up to the archetype that society has strung above our heads. We have it all made for us: we must weigh a certain amount, dress a particular way, and act in a certain manner. If we don't abide by these guidelines, then we're just a worthless being. I'm so sick of feeling nugatory and as if I'll never live up to these ludicrous standards. I'm tired of seeing other remarkable people feeling unimportant and petty. It's exhausting and absurd to keep up with these perpetually changing trends and benchmarks.


Because we all long to feel wanted and accepted, we tend to lean towards a few things in particular. These include addiction to drugs and alcoholism, relationships and even jeopardizing our health, because we will do absolutely anything we can do to remain in 'vogue'.

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We inhale, shoot up, and smoke whatever we can get our hands on just to find an escape. We tell ourselves that it relieves our stress and helps us relax, without discerning the fact that we are only hurting ourselves even more. In the moment, we feel like nothing else matters and our worries fade away. But the second that feeling disappears, we just end up right back at point A again and nothing was really ever solved. We drink excessive amounts of alcohol and deny that we are alcoholics. We claim that we only drink on the weekends, or at social events every other week; yet when we do drink, we binge drink. We say and do stupid things that we normally wouldn't do. We consume so much that we heave everything that we once had inside of us, and pass out covered in our own bodily waste. We wake up the next morning feeling lousy and impaired and all for what? What was the point, if you're not even going to remember what happened? Creating memories, eh? The last time I checked, memories required a memory to be cherished. We're poisoning our bodies all because of a feeling of acceptance that only lasts an instant, without even really thinking about it.


We just want to feel loved and wanted. Sounds like something a relationship can fill, right? Wrong. Plain and simple: throwing yourself into a relationship to feel self worth will only cause you heartache. If you feel that you must be involved with someone to feel important and loved, you clearly aren't as confident, and independant as you might have thought you were. It is impossible to love someone if you do not first love yourself, and that comes with confidence, self worth, and independance. Truth be told, if you're searching for love, you're most likely searching in all of the wrong places and for all of the wrong reasons. I believe that it was all already planned out for us. Our love story has been written from the very second we entered this world and took our first breath. The beauty of true love is in the inevitable and extemporaneous ways that it happens. It all usually comes about when you least expect it, when you're not searching. In all honesty, why would we want to waste our time with someone that we really aren't meant to be with? In the end, you will be hurt and left with less of yourself to offer. Think of it this way, with each relationship you place yourself in that fails, you have more hurt, regrets, grief, and pain that will be dragged into your next relationship. And if that doesn't sound bad enough, you also have less to offer in the next relationship because of the energy, emotions, passion, and intimacy you've used up on the last person.


It's everywhere. All over the media. In magazines, and on television. We are all haunted by gorgeous faces and perfect bodies. Let me clarify, plastic surgery and eating disorders. Society pressures us all to be perfect. The main target being women, because women usually tend to be more insecure in this area. All we see, read, and hear about are fashion tips, the sexiest men and women alive, and dieting plans. We see these men and women that the world define as 'beautiful', and are expected to look just like them all. Young girls are starving themselves, plastering on make up, and doing whatever they possibly can to be seen as 'beautiful'. We would risk our lives to be accepted and live up to the standards of the world. Models and celebrities that are hazardously thin have the 'perfect' bodies, and reconstructed faces are 'gorgeous'. What is wrong with this picture? Why must we all strive to look like unhealthy, fake, carbon copies of one another? Natural beauty is real beauty. Though it is not seen this way by everyone, it truly is.

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Our society is so disgustingly confound. Everyone is a mess, and this picture we all have painted for us is turning into nothing but a gargantuan monster. Our youth is becoming more and more corrupt everyday. So who is going to stop it? It won't be a simple task, that's for sure. I am making a vow to do whatever it takes, anything in my power, to stand against and resist these putrid laws that the world has created. Are you willing to join me?