"Hippy," she said. "This one's got some hips on her." She continued to pull and sigh and make small laboring noises as she worked. I sought out my mother's eyes, but she didn't seem to notice where Eugenia's remark had landed.
The ugly reality of fake beauty is that it removes authenticity. I never looked like the glamorous photo and I never will. And, that's okay.
This body of work (his first in many years) is the ultimate self-portrait; splaying the artist wide open for his audience, waiting for their judgement call.
Closeups of our faces, cocked just at the right angle with our lips pursed and our sultry gazes directed at the camera, are our prized social media possessions. Why? What is it about the selfie that makes it such a popular everyday habit among social media users?
The Truth in Advertising Act will need to be reintroduced in 2015. While the bill has a good amount of bi-partisan support, Matlins makes clear there is still much more to be done.
Take a minute and flip through your phone's pictures taken this Thanksgiving weekend -- now zoom in to something in the background. Do you notice anything interesting -- or something that might be interesting in a few decades?
It's important to teach kids about the reality behind the images that surround them. Empowering kids to see behind the photo spreads and the advertisements can help combat the negative effects of these images.
It is our responsibility as real people to tell those among us who are most easily influenced, young or young at heart, that these things aren't real. It's our responsibility to tell them that they are wonderful the way they are and that they should change only as they see fit.
The notion that cosmetic surgery is a "simple beauty treatment" is a contradiction in terms, a paradox of sorts. Surgery is almost never simple, physically or psychologically, and the more we believe it's a solution to our beauty needs, the less beautiful we tend to feel.
Personally, I've always thought the whole point of school pictures is to provide an authentic representation of childhood -- to record every shift of the dental landscape, document every boo-boo, remind us of an unrequited love affair with bangs.
Doesn't dear Zilla's little project, instead of angering you, only serve to make you feel better about the global nature of this reality?
Body love is driving to work in the morning and not judging the different-sized women that run past us on the sidewalk. It's going shopping and not eyeing up the woman next to us trying on clothes that we decide are too tight on her.