Picture of me by my friend Katherine
Lately, I've been really into what society tells us is "pretty". I like getting up each day to put on something "figure flattering" and put on some lipstick and blush that make my eyes look like I'm a bush baby and make my cheekbones pop. Prettiness is really weird. I can't figure out if my obsession with being conventionally pretty is out of me try to be accepted by my classmates or that it is really something I feel comfortable with. I'm actually beginning to think it is the latter. I love the feeling of looking "pretty" and I don't think that makes me any less of a feminist. I hate how feminists stereotypes tell people that they can't conform to society's expectations of "pretty" (what is conformity anyway). Feminism is the radical notion that you can do whatever the heck you want with your body and style. If I want to feel pretty, I should be able to. Feminism is about finding confidence in yourself. If I feel confident wearing high heels and a dress then that is really all that matters.
The other day, a friend asked me (jokingly) why I was wearing a pair of 5 inch heels the other day if I was a feminist. I thought of what he said like it wasn't a joke. The heels I was wearing made me feel AWESOME. Just because they were 5 inches high doesn't make me any less of a feminist. I've kind of realized this year that I need to stop bashing people for shopping at stores like Abercrombie or Pink. I mean, what if that is how they feel confident? Maybe yoga pants make them feel like they've achieved MEGA BABE STATUS? Who am I to make fun of them?
On an unrelated note, I know I've been neglecting this poor lil blog a lot lately. If you want to read more about my ~super exciting life~ I highly advise you check out Eva's teen diary collective where I post once a week.
EDIT: The title is supposed to be sarcasm. It's in reference to bad reality tv.