Loving Yourself As You Are is Sacred Anarchy
Perfectionism is self-inflicted mental illness
The myth of the perfect woman is a lie, and that lie is a prison. She is a beautifully constructed cage designed to keep us invisible, compliant, and endlessly striving for an illusion. Trying to be something that, on some level, we know does not exist makes every aspect of our lives feel dysmorphic.
The monodimensional image of her is everywhere—this perfect woman. She stares back at us from glossy magazine covers, whispers to us through curated Instagram feeds, and haunts us in every advertisement and piece of advice that tells us how to be more but also less - you know the drill, live big but be smaller.
She is the woman who has it all together.
She is the one with the flawless skin,
the effortless charm,
the career that never falters,
the body that defies time, and the home that looks like a spread in a lifestyle magazine.
She is the epitome of success, grace, and beauty—we are told if we try just a little harder and spend just a little more, we can be her when everyone knows that's a joke.
At best, she is a mirage - at worst, she is a warden.
The myth of the perfect woman tells us that we must do it all and do it with a smile.
We must be thin, but not too thin;
smart, but not too smart;
successful, but not too ambitious;
sexy, but not too sexual.
We must be everything to everyone while silently ignoring our own desires and needs, leaving us hungry and aching for realness and freedom.
She is a fabrication of a society that profits from our insecurities and feeds on our endless pursuit of unattainable perfection.
This perfect woman is a vapor, even though we see her everywhere.
It's time we unmake her.
If it's not messy, it's probably not real.
If she is not flawed, she is probably an advertising campaign.
If it is not gloriously imperfect, it is probably a commoditized version who they want us to think we should be if we pay a high enough price.
The secret everyone knows is they control us and our money through our insecurities and self-loathing, and in order to ensure that control, they manufacture our insecurities by making us think we can be her when of-fucking-course, we cannot.
Let's be honest: the pursuit of perfection is exhausting. It's a never-ending cycle of self-criticism, comparison, and doubt. It keeps us spinning, spending, and always reaching for something just out of our grasp.
The walls of this prison aren't real, and we can break free together.
Stop chasing the ghosts in the machine and sink deep into your very real bones.
Radical self-acceptance is a subversive act of uprising.
Self-love is anarchy.
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