If You're Not Angry, You're Not Paying Attention

This is a blog about the ever-elusive idea of beauty that has fascinated me since I was old enough to be aware of the expectations placed on my body.

If you scroll back to the beginning you'll notice that I started this blog as a response to the bullshit photoshopped images of "beauty" that are circulated for the public's consumption. However, after I picked at that thread, the whole thing unravelled and from it came so many other questions and issues that needed to be addressed.

Stand up and join this bitch march if you're sick of seeing already beautiful people massacred and trotted out in an ever-growing beauty pagent, set to a death march that claims millions in eating- disordered deaths, suicides, and self-hatred because no magazine comes with the warning:

"ATTENTION consumers, images may be rendered unrecognizable and thereby do not imply that you should ever attempt to become what you see!"

You can always also follow my main tumblr: miss world
December 3
You know how every day we see image after image after image after fucking image of a woman who has been photoshopped within an inch of her life? And you know how you can’t help but internalize the images as the standard by which you must set yourself? Oh, and you know how some people think that the way a model looks when she’s photoshopped is the way a woman should look? Yeah. So, what if we started tweeting, blogging, photographing, collaging, pasting up, painting, airbushing, graffitiing pictures of women like Crystal Renn (above) or Toccara Jones (LOVES) everywhere. Every day. Every time you see a photoshopped model. Post/look at/capture/create an image of someone you see in your real life who you love or are fascinated by.  What if we started to say, “NO MORE” and started to do something to wash out our brains. What if.

You know how every day we see image after image after image after fucking image of a woman who has been photoshopped within an inch of her life?

And you know how you can’t help but internalize the images as the standard by which you must set yourself?

Oh, and you know how some people think that the way a model looks when she’s photoshopped is the way a woman should look?

Yeah.

So, what if we started tweeting, blogging, photographing, collaging, pasting up, painting, airbushing, graffitiing pictures of women like Crystal Renn (above) or Toccara Jones (LOVES) everywhere. Every day. Every time you see a photoshopped model. Post/look at/capture/create an image of someone you see in your real life who you love or are fascinated by. 

What if we started to say, “NO MORE” and started to do something to wash out our brains.

What if.