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I may not be the âperfect modelâ with long silky hair, glowing tanned skin, bright colored eyes, and a perfectly slimmed body, but society, by embedding this image forcibly into my mind, gained my trust into thinking that there was this âperfect modelâ. This always leads me to drift of deep down within my mind, thinking, that maybe, just maybe, one day I could reach my goal. To grasp and hold on to my goal of impressing society.
My whole life I have struggled with an eating disorder, and as society tells me I should starve myself to âcureâ it. I had the support of my best friend who would always strengthen me into leaping across the ocean to reach the main target: to be this âperfect modelâ. I had the strong support of my classmates and the support of society; their encouragement into helping me to be someone I am not, but I did not have the support of my family. They are my rock, they saw things from a different perspective, they saw things through God. They told me that I was beautiful, that I didnât need to look like a model to fit in, that I didnât need to be thin to be healthy, that I needed to see the beauty in things, that I needed to see the beauty in me. My family supported me for who I really am, who I am meant to be. I, being the typical teenager, was too adamant to even absorb that I donât need to look perfect to be loved.
The influence of society captured me into a trap, surrounded by all these opinions and facts to influence me into creating a fake version of myself. I was too absorbed into all these opinions, which made me feel like I was being sucked into a portal within social media. All these images floating around about societyâs opinions, each image whispering within in my ear, persuading me that this is who I am meant to be and who I should look like, that I âmustâ be a photocopy. Days would pass by with the same opinions slapping me across the face, the same words being thrown at me: âYouâre fat go lose weightâ, âHave you tried Lite nâ Easy, my aunty was overweight she looks so much better now, you should try itâ, âYou are beautiful, but would you like to come to the gym with me, it could help you with your dietingâ.
All these opinions, one by one, murmuring softly in my ear as they brush one by one through my ear. I felt faint, dizzy, too tiredâŚI fell, just fell down, down into a deep dark hole. I was imprisoned, all these thoughts, opinions that were forced into my mindâŚI couldnât take it anymore. I became someone I feared to be, someone thatâs not me, thatâs not who I really am. A small bright light flickering within distance, a hand reaching down to me, someone who looked like an angel. I was slowly pulled back up onto my feet. I was so blind that all I saw was a beaming light; I steadily let it guide me back into reality. I felt this urge, to stand up, to feel powerful against all these opinions, to feel like that I am worth something, that all these opinions donât matter.
I obstructed everyone, anyone, and anything that was too strikes back at me. My so-called âbest friendâ, my classmates, social media, all these opinions all locked far, far away. I turned to the bright side and faced a whole load of positivity. I saw a bright pathway that leads me down like a log flowing upon a river bank. It felt like years and years went by trapped down in the deep, dark hole. I began to look upon things within a new perspective, to see the beauty in things, to see the beauty in me. The love and support of my family, the smile upon their faces reflect upon my own smile. I looked into the clear mirror, I saw a beautiful woman with a curvy hourglass shaped body, dry tanned skin, dark curly hair, and beautiful dark brown eyes gazing back at me with a warm smile.
The opinions âYouâre fat go looseâŚâ, âHave you ever tried Lite nâ EasyâŚâ didnât matter anymore, all these opinions faded away as new ones âYou are Beautifulâ, âYou are Healthyâ, âBe Youâ overtook slowly. I was caught up in looking for inspiration, for models I wanted to be. I was too blind to see that maybe I was wrong, that maybe my real goal is to not care about how I look or what I should and shouldnât do based on what society tells me; maybe I am meant to love me for me. I guess we all have our differences of opinion; in the end, we are all human, we are all perfect in our own way.
I love me for me and that is the best opinion ever made.
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