I just got home from a wonderful trip to Vegas with a group of gorgeous, fun ladies. Having said that it was crazy to watch how so many guys were falling left and right for one of the girls in our group, everywhere we went they kept paying her compliments about how gorgeous and stunning she is. You maybe reading this thinking that doesn’t sound too crazy, well the part that kept my mind churning was the fact that I know that this beautiful, sweet, woman in front of me has had a lot of plastic surgery done to her face and she isn’t finished changing her body. The reason I thought about this and keep thinking about it, is the fact that men were falling all over an “idea” of beauty. She felt unperfect and ugly, so she did something about it and men, okay shoot even woman were chasing after this ideal beauty, which is not natural, but rather purchased.
Also on the ride home us ladies found ourselves in deep conversation about our home lives growing up. They from appearance are all thin, long haired, tan, goddesses, which during the duration of the weekend was sometimes hard to be around. I felt like I was constantly looking at a picture of the complete opposite of what I am, but after talking with them and learning about how body image conscious their parents were with them their who lives, they never had a chance to be anything else. Not that they would want to be chubby or anything like that, but these ladies live to workout everyday of their lives. I wont share the stories that were talked about in the car, because although I mentioned our friend having plastic surgery she was very open about that, but the girls pasts are not my stories to tell.
This society has put too much emphasis on weight, height, being tan, perfect teeth, big boobs, and the list goes on. While inebriated in Vegas I looked around while in a night club were all the girls were underwear and dance around, they are models hired to bring sex to the club, I couldn’t help looking at all of them and wondering what their thoughts were while working this job and then I had the most empowering thought I’ve ever had. Who cares what size I am, what in the end does it truly matter? It doesn’t make me a better person, help my confidence, or make me better at my job. I mean look at all these gorgeous ladies I was with, they had, “everything” society tells you that you should have and still it wasn’t enough.