"The seduction of inadequacy."

I begin using the phrase used in the post title,something I overheard a celebrated woman use in her video while trying to describe how hard it is,breaking free from an ugly self image.
Let me also begin by honouring this infamous statement : "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels."but I have a little something to  change in  it-Nothing feels as good as a wholesome meal tastes.First off,in a world where more than a third of  the population doesn't have the blessing of nutrition,I don't think it should be turn it into a curse,hold it responsible for all that's wrong with the way we appear or don't.Yes,the food does go to waste-binged and purged out by bulimia,or flushed  down like the "unbearable ugliness of disproportion."
Have we really been reduced to embracing self starvation for the sole sake and cause  of  vanity? Clad in  skeleton suits,advertising eating disorders?
At Seventeen,I hate to see my friends silently giving away their health to fit into the norms of society-to fit into that skinniest pair of skinny jeans.
They live on tissue paper and nuts and fruits,on fortunate days.Caged birds have more liberty,indeed.
No,noone is forcing them to  do this and  noone can stop them either-and it is  wholly supposed to be their fault and flaw.And that is the saddest part of it all,society's hypocritical lack of approval and acknowledgement,ever so juxtaposed.
I also recently came across this post that claimed if  one is disgusted with  their own body,they will continue to do so even twenty pounds off the weighing scale.Why so? Because it's a way of living,not just physically,but emotionally just as much.
The actual and only kind of proportion one needs,is that of balance-of body,mind and soul.
In a country like mine,every second  person does this and noone talks about it out in the open,as I mentioned earlier in this post.Most adults adopt an attitude of nonchalance,believing denial is the best therapy and "phases just fade away themselves".And I ,left to my quiet misery of mere thinking matter,by the fodder provided by myriad thoughtless ad campaigns.
I'm no expert at psychology,but I do know we need to stop  the glorification of androgenous bodies and boxy edgelessness.Poker straight hair and air-brushed cheekbones.Oh,those cheekbones.And that wait.And those boobs! God,if only-
No.Stop.Right there.
Stop sterotyping beauty and looks.It's only us who's laying down these prim lines of conventional beauty.So,stop.With this cloned perfection,mindless obsession.
When did we stop feeling beautiful?When did mirrors become a source of self aversion? Rememeber being little and staring into the mirror? When the idea of beauty just began developing in yout mind? When " pretty" was something not predetermined or something to be achieved.It was what you saw looking back at you from the mirror.The wonder of eyes that can fill up with wonder and lips that could curl into a smile at any instant.Yes,lets go back there again.Be enough for ourselves before trying to be someone designed by everyone else.