glossy haired frankenstein

teenage girls these days are like glossy haired Frankensteins.
i have a problem with the way that modern society feels the need to completely morph who people are. i don't think the blame can be given to one person or entity - no, its far too big a problem for that.

when a fifteen year old girl hates herself for who she is, then there is something seriously freaking wrong.
so many adolescents hate their bodies, their eyes, their skin, their hair.
they worry about the photos taken of them (OMG, i look so fat!), and what they wear (and trust me, honey, not even the supre models look good in those rags) and who they're seen with.
every minute of everyday, they check myspace, facebook, bebo to see whos looking at them. they worry about what people think of them, and the fret that their own taste in clothes, music, books and movies isn't good enough.

isn't that disturbing?

magazines like dolly, frankie, cleo...they tell us what we should be. not people, but shiny, pristine cookie-cutter photocopies of the celeb of the day. like glossy, garnier haired, bulmic frankesteins who are one big emotional mess of bits and pieces torn from everything around them that they feel they have to be.

i was at the burwood the other day, and i heard someone i would call a friend talking to a guy. he said he liked the Jupiter disk of Stadium Arcadium, by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. She said she likes them too. I know for a cold hard fact that she hates them. with a passion.

I see girls trying to look like celebrities, or wearing clothes that are a far cry from anything they'd actually like, just because thats the fashion. Almost everyone looks exactly the same, and the saddest thing is that they think they're original. All because they saw it on a celebrity, 'read' it in a magazine or saw it on TV. What gives?

I think its so awful how so many girls feel inadequet because they don't fit the mold.
What i don't get is why they feel they cant pick up and be themselves, by picking up the mold, taking a nice good look at it, then throwing it down the stairs, taking a jackhammer to it, youtubing its destruction and then smoking it for inspiration (kids, don't do drugs or cigarettes. NOT GOOD)

i dare you to defy society's expectations and be whoever the hell you want to be. tell the world and that great, almighty, ambiguious They and tell them where to stick it. its idiotic that the media has such a large influence on pop culture and the way impressionable young adults see the world.

be skinny, be curvy, be tall, be short. be tan, be freckly, be pasty, be swarthy. be big, be small, be blond, be bruntette, be black haired, be ranga. be black, anglo, asian, european...be YOURSELF

society has no right to judge you when you don't be who they tell you. its stupid that stores like supre or magazines like dolly think that they have any right to tell you who to be, and its stupider still that so many girls feel 'uncool' or like a loser if they don't want to be told.

im smart, blonde, average height, average weight. I'm pasty, with freackles and a bad back and knees. i've got asthma and allergies, and i love vintage and jay jays. im a maths camp nerd and i love doctor who. i like MOM and Alex day and red hot chili peppers. a lot of people don't like me.

and you know what?
i don't care, because im HAPPY with who i am.


are you?