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BODY IMAGE | childhood & body shame

TW: weight loss, eating disorders

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BODY IMAGE | childhood & body shame

dear mom, i love you—and i know you’re reading this—, but you are one of the reasons why my relationship with my own body used to be (and sometimes still is) quite bad.
dear grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, and all the other family members, you are to blame too.
dear teachers from primary and grammar school, you are not innocent either.
and it goes all the way back to my childhood.
all of you who were supposed to set a positive example to me as a small, unknowing kid: you failed a lot.
i remember how my mom used to tell me how she hated her body when she was a teenager because she was tall, skinny, and had no breasts. i remember how weight loss/gain would be one of the first things that would be discussed on family gatherings, i remember the razor-sharp slurs shaming one’s food choices in relation to their body types, i remember hearing how one ‘could not wear’ this and that because they were ‘too fat’ for it. i remember my teacher commenting on how much weight i had lost after a serious mononucleosis when i was 12, stating that she used to think i would become chubby, but wow, i was ‘so skinny now’.
i remember it all and i know that it played a huge role in why i later decided to punish my body with only eating a piece of fruit and a low-fat yoghurt each day, and why i still sometimes struggle with my stomach rolls, why i keep on checking the size of my breasts, and why i’ll probably never get rid of the idea that my thighs are too thick.

dear caretakers, i know i cannot blame you. i know you were probably raised the same way, and it’s incredibly internalized in you. you have probably struggled with the same thing for ages.
you don’t want to hate your body, but you do, because you have always been told to.


some of you reading this might already be parents, some of you might feel like becoming one soon.
i am neither, but i do think a lot about how i’d raise a child to make sure they’d grow up as a confident, self-loving person that know their worth. and i am sure about one thing – no body shaming will be allowed! i don’t want to ruin another life with constant self-monitoring, self-hating, and self-reducing to skin and fat. i don’t want to slam my own or someone else’s body, i don’t want to limit my own or the child’s diet to achieve a certain body ideal, i do not want to put the food blame and guilt onto anyone else.
many don’t realize how much trouble can a single word, or a single, scathing sentence to be precise, cause. but, really, words are sometimes more harmful than thousands of actions.

i’ve read a bunch of articles on the topic, which helped a lot in identifying what and how those i used to look up to managed to damage my own sense of body measures, but also in getting some tips what to do to prevent doing the same mistakes.
here’s a small list:
1. do not slam your own body
2. do not negatively comment on your child’s body (changes)
3. do not laugh at, despise, or shame in any other way other people’s body
4. do not praise ill-conceived weight-loss diets, do not force yourself or your child into them
5. do not set ‘ideal’ body types, rather teach about the beauty (and importance!) of diversity
6. do not present physical activity as a way to lose weight
7. do not let others to shame you, your child, or anyone else
+ encourage body positivity, of course!

here are two more articles i found really helpful:
here & here

just remember – if you don’t try to overcome your own body shame, how can you stop others? i know it’s goddamn hard, but we all can at least try.

BODY IMAGE | body posi pioneering

TW: body image, weight loss, body shaming

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BODY IMAGE | body posi pioneering

as much i think it is crucial for everyone to come in terms with their own body and accept and cherish it the way it is, i know it is not the easiest thing to do.
we are constantly told that our bodies need to fit within certain radicalised shapes and forms, and this doctrine is so deeply ingrained in our culture that it’s pretty much impossible to escape it. it’s part of everyday conversations, it’s in the TV, news, social media, even on posters on buses, trains, everywhere. (which reminds me that, quite recently, a visually striking ad featuring a naked 90-60-90 female body in front of baby pink background with huge white letters spelling the word ‘fat’ in Danish was put up on almost every bus, advertising a plastic surgery clinic – seriously, wtf)
since this is the reality we all grew up in and which continues to surround us, it is really hard not to feel bad about our bodies, which are not all smooth, completely hairless, ‘perfectly’ skinny or adequately muscular (depending on your gender, of course) and shaped to fit the ‘ideal’ form.

it is also hard not to talk about the discomfort we feel with our own body, but what message do we actually send when we scold our bodies in front of other people?
what effect does it have on the people around you when you say you are ‘fat’, or that your skin is ‘disgusting’, or simply that you are ‘ugly’?
even though one intends to criticise only their own body, they end up bringing up feelings of doubt, self-analysis, unnecessary comparing, guilt and much more.
none of us is really too ‘ugly’ or ‘fat’, but saying that leads to reinforcing those unrealistic body ideals.
it is a reminder of sorts, something like ‘hey, if you think your body doesn’t look the right way, what about mine then?’.

and that is why it is really important to refrain from such own-body-shaming, not only for your own self esteem, but also for those around.
it is not only important to stop slamming our own bodies, but also to act as a body positivity ally and and fight against self-hate.
even if you’re not feeling 100% great in your body, do not scold it.
and if you hear someone putting their own body down, try to rationally explain them why and how they can avoid that.
(and this is especially important for young children – dear parents, please try to teach your kids how to have a positive relationship to their own bodies instead of talking bad about your bodies)
try to be a good example – even though it’s often hard, i know.

BODY IMAGE | the neverending struggle


BODY IMAGE | the neverending struggle

did you know that the US National Eating Disorders Awareness Week is happening right now? probably not, but that doesn’t really matter actually. i believe that we should talk about negative body perception, eating disorders and other not-so-favourable issues every single day, and that’s why i am writing this article.

i have already gone public with the fact that i used to suffer from an eating disorder as a teenager. (read more here) even though this was quite a brief period of my life, i can still feel the impact it has left on me, even today, more than 5 years later. i still get upset when i eat too much of junk food or someone calls me out for eating portions that are bigger than ‘what a girl my age should eat’ (lol), and i still get those crazy fits of hating my stomach or thighs, but much less frequently and on a smaller scale than before, luckily. i still unconsciously compare my body to those of my friends, and i inspect my own curves when looking at old pictures, even though i actually don’t want to.

it’s a routine i have learnt in the past through the fat-shaming skinny-promoting propaganda present almost everywhere, and it’s hard to get rid of it, even if you’re an advocate of body positivity and self-love, it is hard to get over it.
it is hard to get over an eating disorder.
it is hard to resist the thin-privileging pressure our society imposes on us.

and you know what? it is okay to struggle with it. it is okay to have moments of not feeling good in your own body, or to feel enraged by the amount of food you eat or whatever – as long as you realise that none of the reasons behind it are actually true.
any body type is good enough, any amount of food is okay, any type of clothing fits your body.
keep that in mind; and don’t scold your body for not being the advertising ideal, because that’s bullshit anyways. 
at the same time, don’t scold your mind for still thinking in the old way – it’s a long process.
it’s hard to say fuck you to what has been (and still is) being presented to you as the only right way, but you can work on it.
so, keep trying – i will do it too.

BODY IMAGE | why saying ‘you’ve lost weight’ is quite problematic

TW: weight loss, eating disorders, body image

BODY IMAGE | why saying ‘you’ve lost weight’ is quite problematic

you have probably heard it uncountable times, either coming from the mouths of your relatives or from your long-time-no-see acquaintances – ‘you’ve lost weight!’
what’s more, you’ve probably said the exact same sentence to someone too.

‘you’ve lost weight’ is often meant as a compliment, but, when you think of it a bit more, is it really?
i don’t think so.

1) the impact
even though ‘you’ve lost weight’ is quite a short sentence, its impact is much larger. i’ve discussed this over and over again with so many friends – right upon hearing the devilish sentence being said by someone you know, the vicious cycle of blaming thoughts starts. ‘did they think i was fat before? was i fat before? am i still fat? i should not eat this and that to keep my body the way it is now!’ and so on. i guess i don’t even have to go into explaining why and how much such thinking is harmful.

2) the cause
there are uncountable reasons and ways through which you can lose weight; it is not only about exercising and eating healthy. mental issues, serious illnesses, harsh life situations, stress, grief, eating disorders etc. etc. can all be the cause of weight loss. now, is it really appropriate to comment on, and perhaps even praise, someone else’s body change when so many bad things can be behind it?

3) the shallowness
‘you’ve lost weight’ is often one of the first things you can hear from a person when meeting after a long time. yes, humans do tend to make up their minds based on visual impulses and it only takes a short while to judge / ‘encode’ someone based on their look, but do you really wanna show someone that that’s the thing you care about more than how their life actually is?

4) the irrationality
and now we come to the most important part – why should you have to meet certain, very specific limitations of what a good weight is to validate your body, or your whole presence in fact? why should skinny equal ideal? why should skinny equal better? and, what’s more, why are our bodies still objectified and turned into commodities so very much?

BODY IMAGE | no more overeating guilt

TW: eating disorders, weight loss, body image, overeating

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BODY IMAGE | no more overeating guilt

now that the Christmas traditions are (almost) done with, the more and more popular tradition of post-holiday dieting comes in.
soon, articles with headlines like ‘How to lose your holiday belly in 5 days’ and Facebook statuses claiming purchasing a gym membership as the person’s 2016 resolution will pop up.
you’ll hear people deem themselves ‘disgusting’ and ‘so weak’ for eating a bit too much during the festivities.
before you jump on the same track, please read this article and try to refrain from doing that – i’ll try to explain why.


we tend to associate holidays with overeating and neverending food gatherings more and more, and while many people might criticise that, i don’t think that’s something that bad. food plays major part in our lives; it is something that can bring people together (but can also become the topic of passionate, angry arguments), it is an endless topic for conversation, our eating habits indicate our social class and education and so on.
what i believe is extremely harmful is the post-overeating guilt and shame.

so, you ate a bit more than you usually would in the past few days.
what’s the big deal?
the deal is that we are constantly told that our bodies are just commodities that are supposed to follow certain norms and stereotypes to be perceived as ‘right’ or ‘ideal’. if these requirements are not met, we are told to try our best to do so. anything that violates that is considered strange, unpleasant or (even!) disturbing.
the pressure is literally everywhere, and it affects people of any age, gender, race or social class.

but, for the millionth time, our bodies do not define our worth.
(perhaps, saying ‘our bodies should not define our worth’ would be more fitting, as the society is endlessly trying to prove us otherwise)
eating a bit more or gaining a few kilos extra does not make you a worse person. 
you should never feel guilty for eating. 
you should never feel bad for taking up space.

one more thing – if you enjoyed all the food you ate during this holiday season (like i did) and if it made you happy the moment you were doing it, it was probably worth it. there’s no reason to feel guilty. we all need to treat ourselves every once in a while, right?


do not shame yourself for eating too much.
also, do not shame anyone else.
it’s okay to overeat, it’s okay to gain weight, it’s okay to have the body you have.
remember that.

BODY IMAGE | how much i eat is none of your business

BODY IMAGE | how much i eat is none of your business

so, we’ve already sorted out that how someone else’s body looks is nothing you’re entitled to comment on.
i don’t need to explain that anymore, right?
but there’s another thing you should refrain from doing.

that is commenting on how much other people are eating.


let me get it straight, i fucking love to eat.
(and i’m eating my dinner comprising of two dishes + a piece of fruit as the dessert as i’m writing this)
many people think i really like to cook, but that’s actually a bunch of bullshit, food preparation bores me to death. the only reason i do it, and sometimes spend even 45 minutes on it, is the vision of me eating all the tasty food once the horrendous process of chopping, pouring, stirring and all that is over.
if i could, i would eat 24/7. literally.
naturally, i can’t, but i still eat quite a lot. often, when stressed during a school project, i eat snacks pretty much nonstop. fruit, cookies, nuts – gimme gimme gimme.
i take pride in being able to eat 3 plates at all-you-can-eat buffets.
it’s not that i would eat heaps of crap, well, i do from time to time, i try to eat as healthy as i can.
it’s just that my appetite is huge and my portions are big.
i (almost) always bring my own lunch to school in a plastic lunchbox. i always fill the whole box, with, usually, either pasta or couscous. when i put it on a plate at school at 12 PM, i have a lot of food; which is nice, because my school ends at 4, i usually stay a bit longer and i only get home around 5:30 PM.
but whenever i eat my homemade lunch around people, i get a lot of comments about the amount of the food i’m planning to eat. ‘woah, Anna, you’re sure you’re gonna eat all that?‘ even though it is often meant as an expression of awe / wonder rather than shaming, it still gives me a slight feeling of anxiety.
the positive body image i have managed to build in my own mind shatters to pieces in a few seconds. the blame is back. and all because of someone else’s need to comment on how much i eat. instead of enjoying the nutritious meal i carefully prepared which would give me strength and power to survive the day, i sit there re-thinking all my eating habits.
i’d better not eat those three cookies and an apple i was planning to eat.
why did i have to eat so much chocolate this morning?
why am i overeating so much?
do people think that i’m overweight?
what if they are trying to suggest that i should not eat that much because my stomach is already a bit too big for being considered the skinny ideal?
all those stupid questions that were racing through my mind a few years ago when i suffered from a nasty eating disorder starting with the letter A and when i considered eating one tangerine and a ‘light’ yoghurt as overeating are back in a moment. while i know that this is bullshit and i would never ever starve myself again because of some ridiculous pre-fabricated norm of what a ‘good body’ is, the feeling of you-eat-way-too-much guilt still creeps in.
and that scares me.
i don’t want it all back. i want to be healthy and strong and happy with how i look; and i want other people to have it the same way. i am so glad i am able to eat these amounts of food without hating myself, so please don’t reinforce these feelings in me.


the thing is – there is no such thing as the right amount of food, the right portion, the right size of a plate.
each person is different and believing that one size fits all, and this does not relate to food consumption only, is simply stupid.
eating less does not equal getting skinnier, and being skinny does not equal having a ‘good body’. well, truth be told, it actually does in our superficial society, but it shouldn’t – not anymore.
we are much more than our bodies.


so, next time you see someone eating a lot, or a little, do not comment on it, unless you notice the person is really suffering from some health problems related to over- / under- / bad eating habits.
do not comment on how someone else’s body looks either.

BODY IMAGE | body shape

BODY IMAGE | body shape

continuing with the body image series, body shape is a huge issue.
each and every day, images of skinny, white, happy fit people are shoved to our heads through the Internet, TV, ads on the streets.
and the result of that is that we’ve all become extremely self-aware of our own body shape, of our own imperfections, of every centimetre of ‘excessive’ fat we have.
we’ve become unbelievably anxious and frail when it comes to our bodies.
well, no wonder actually.
the cult of the slim and fat-shaming is so omnipresent it’s impossible to escape from it.
but, i believe, it’s about time to change that now.

again, here’s a personal story of mine.
as a kid, i had a pretty regular weight. then i started attending grammar school when i was 11 and i gained some weight, but i wouldn’t say it was anything significant. then, when i was 13, i suffered from mononucleosis and literally slept for one week straight without eating and had to follow a very restricted diet for a few months. naturally, i lost a lot of weight. i still remember how i went to a school trip that year and my class teacher, who wasn’t ‘the skinny ideal’ herself, said something like ‘woah, you lost a lot of weight! it had already seemed like you would be a bit chubby but this is a lot better.’ i was fucking 13. i never said it to anyone until now, but i still remember the scene to the last detail.
then, when i was 15/16, i got pretty crazy about getting really skinny. maybe it was still this school trip memory, maybe it was the influence of all the pale underweight girls on tumblr and Lookbook at that time. either way, i developed real bad eating habits. let’s face it, i was suffering from anorexia. i would eat one piece of fruit or one ‘light’ yoghurt a day and that would be it. luckily, i soon became sane again and started eating regularly. this was all around the time i started this blog.
posting outfit pictures was however just another element of pressure put on my body. even though i was eating quite regularly by then and my body was completely fine, i would suck my stomach in, obsess over not posting my thighs or my rabbit-like teeth and what not. even though i was pretty skinny at that point, i got some mean comments trying to shame my body. on the other hand, i remember how popular one of my posts, the one where the way i was standing created an optical illusion of me having a thigh gap, was. when i think of it now, i feel really sick.

as the time went, i would stop obsessing so much about what i eat and how my body looks, but i would still suck my stomach in and so on. however, when i moved to Denmark, it changed rapidly. even though i gained a lot of weight from all the stress and was at my ‘thickest’ (jesus), i actually felt much more comfortable in my own body. we discussed it with a couple of friends who experienced the same and we came to the conclusion that it might be because of the Scandinavian mentality of not-giving-a-fuck-about-you. i’ve never felt such strong shallow body shape pressure from Scandi boys as i do in CZ (sorry for being so heteronormative now). also, since moving to Denmark (2 years now), i only had a full body mirror for 2 months in my Berlin room, which cured me from checking my stomach, my thighs, my arms etc so often very easily.

nowadays, i don’t actually even think of my body shape most of the time. i don’t have the need to examine it all the time, to compare it with other people’s bodies, to adjust it. it just is the way it is, and as long as it functions well, i’m happy about it.
of course, every now and then, there are moments when i’m not super-excited about my stomach or thighs, but i’m always trying to realise how stupid that is.
i refuse to get upset about comments on my 100% Slavic hips or my food belly after eating 3 plates at an all-you-can-eat.

the thing i do get upset by is however how many people, especially young girls, perceive body shape as an issue.
all the envying comments on Instagram or on Facebook.
‘skinny’ hashtags.
posts about new diets or exercises.
bloggers doing exercising challenges, writing about being unsatisfied with their own bodies and using a photoshoot in swimwear as a threat of sorts to not omit the healthy lifestyle because ‘if this doesn’t force us to exercise, what else will’. (sorry girls, i love you all and your blogs too, and i fully support you in trying to pursue a healthy way of living, but you don’t need to do it to have ‘a better body’, your bodies are just fine. plus, imagine how many teenage girls could get influenced by that, by seeing completely okay bodies being called not okay. imagine.)

so, what to do now?
i would have some advice for you:
1) stop listening to anyone commenting on your body shape
2) stop commenting on other people’s body shape
3) stop defining people by their body in general
4) stop comparing your body to those photoshopped bodies in ads; ideally work on not being influenced by all those ads at all
5) stop punishing your body for not being the way you would want it to be
6) embrace your body for being able to function every day, no matter of what shape it is.

sure, it’s not easy.
but i believe that it is something that needs to be done.
loving yourself, or at least coming at peace with yourself, is essential.

BODY IMAGE | exposure & coverage

BODY IMAGE | exposure & coverage

it would be stupid to write profound articles about body image and not to tell you about my very own issue i have been experiencing lately.

well, well, well,
my problem simply is the inability to expose my skin when going out. (meaning leaving my place, not partying etc.)
it is not about revealing my body though, i’ve never had any issue with wearing short clothes and being deemed a ‘slut’ for that (this will never end), but i have a serious issue with not having any fabric on my skin. to make it more understandable, i don’t mind wearing hotpants or mini skirts as long as i wear tights under them. i don’t mind wearing a see-through shirt without a bra as long as the shirt has long sleeves. and so on. as long as i have some fabric on my skin, i’m fine.
when i don’t… um, well, i simply don’t do that. i am literally unable to leave the house with my body not covered. legs are the worst, the idea of wearing a skirt or shorts with bare legs is killing me.
it makes me extremely uncomfortable.
to be clear, i don’t detest my legs or my body shape in general. i basically stopped caring about it quite a while ago; and that’s why this is so surprising to me.
i’m not ashamed of my body.
i just can’t handle how much ‘approachable’ my skin is when it’s uncovered.

i guess that’s it.
i am overly sensitive to the fact that so many things could touch my bare skin, maybe it’s caused by living in the dirty cities as Prague and Berlin are, maybe it’s caused by the years of being catcalled by disgusting men on the streets, maybe it’s caused by my own exaggerated sense of hygiene.

anyways, i don’t know what to do with it.
i am trying and trying, every single day, trust me, but i simply can’t overcome it.
i even got a not-very-nice heatstroke a few days ago and almost fainted at a concert because of wearing too much in this Berlin heat, but i couldn’t ditch my long clothes the next day.
i managed to wear a short-sleeved t-shirt at least, but it made me very nervous indeed.
i have found a great love to black turtlenecks which i’m endlessly repeating in my outfits; and i wear them so often that i sometimes forget my arm is full of tattoos because i simply don’t see them that much.
the whole thing is really bothering me, yet i have no idea how to solve it.
trying to expose my skin brings me pre-panic-attack feelings.
i feel extremely vulnerable and want to cry.
fuck this shit.

what should i do?



i want to start this new thing – maybe a series, maybe just a few separate posts, don’t know yet – about body image.
because, even though the body image issue is getting better and the society is slightly shifting away from the skinny, spotless skin ideal, it’s still present. it still is a restriction to many, sadly admitting, including me.
but i want to get rid of that, i really do.
and i think going ‘public’, ie posting my opinions and thoughts, could help.
this is by no means a form of preaching, rather intrinsic insights and my own wishes how it should be.

* you might notice i talk from the girl-point-of-view. (what is that anyways? a bunch of gendered bullshit) that is because, in our society, females are forced to care more about their appearance then males. i’m not saying all of these remarks do not represent the issues the men are experiencing.

skin tone
let’s admit it, we live in a society (especially here in Europe) where pale white skin is seen as the most beautiful. the lighter, almost see-through-like, the better. that goes along the superskinny concept, but more about that later. the fun thing is, in summer we are brainwashed to get the perfect bronze skin, and we’re even forced to use artificial methods to get the right skin tone. how ridiculous.
to be honest, i have always been putting myself under the pressure of having a pale skin pretty much. i have built this ideal image of me in my head, dark hair, pale skin, fragile body (oh god), and thought this would raise the level of my attractiveness. i have to say i still haven’t entirely ditched this image in me, though i’m trying hard. when i’m trying to avoid tanning in summer, it’s not only because my skin gets burnt easily, it’s also because i want to keep my light skin light. isn’t that bullshit? yes, it is. as much as when one of my friends often makes fun of my skin being a bit yellowish and me being angry about it. (sorry, you-know-who, i still love you nevertheless) why should someone point out anything about your skin tone? why should i care about it when a yellow skin is nothing bad? sometimes i want to slap myself real hard.
anyways, skin tone is the least thing you can influence. and why should you? isn’t it fun to be unique? isn’t it fun to see a society full of diverse people? don’t suffer, don’t blame yourself, don’t try to modify yourself and your skin just because someone says this is the right way. fuck that. i’ll try to work on that too. that’s a promise.

body hair
female body hair is a very trending topic nowadays – which is both nice (yay for liberating women from the restrictive body image) and sad (why do we even need to discuss that?). so, in our society, we have this rule that women should be pretty much body-hairless to be beautiful and smooth and charming and men the complete opposite to be ‘real men’. let me compare (based on a very gender-binary view): an average man shaves his beard, and maybe armpits. women are pretty much required to shave their legs and armpits. furthermore, they pluck their eyebrows, shave their vulvas, depilate hints of mustache, stress about nipple or stomach hair etc etc. tbh, i do all that too. i even shave my arms because i think my tattoos look nicer that way. even though i would never judge a girl for not shaving any part of her body, i do follow the society’s restrictions pretty much. i would be willing to stop though, but if you suddenly stop after years of razor-shaving, it burns and scratches and itches as fuck. proven by my own experience when i stopped shaving my armpits. another thing i have to confess – i have always been pathologically stressed about my hairy back and stomach. i personally don’t care that much, but whenever i hear a remark about it, even in a nice way, i hate myself for a little while. i know it’s stupid but i simply do.
but why do i / we do it? why should body hair be disgusting on females? why do i still spend money of non-eco-friendly razors when i don’t find body hair unappealing? i don’t know. that fucking society.

‘the perfect skin’
this part is dedicated to Kaa, who published a beautiful article about her struggle with psoriasis. thumbs up for her. ♥
speaking of psoriasis, i also suffer from it. luckily, it’s barely noticeable nowadays, you can only see tiny bits of dry, flaking skin on my elbows, which is nothing compared to what it used to be. i’ve been suffering from it since very early age; at one point, it was so bad my fingernail fell off. i don’t know how come it subsided so much, but i haven’t been under any psoriasis medication for at least 13 years.
i have also suffered from a reddish rash on my upper arms, it looked like a sun rash but it lasted the whole year and actually got better when exposed to sun. i went to a dermatologist because of it, he prescribed me a cream after which it also appeared on my legs. yay. the arms are pretty much okay now; i don’t know if that really is the reason, but it’s much better since i went vegan.
now, let’s get to the point of this part finally. as you can see, no skin is perfect. none of us can influence the condition of our skin; and why should we? i know that during high stress times, i tend to eat shit and (lately) smoke quite much, and that makes my skin go crazy. my face is full of pimples and i have awful circles under eyes. according to the society, i should be stressing about these and try to cover them as much as i can to fulfill the beauty ideal of smooth, one-coloured skin. sure i do the first; no one likes to have pimples, especially if they hurt. but i stopped caring about covering them because a) putting a thick layer of something full of chemicals doesn’t really help the healing process, b) why the fuck should i? have you ever stopped talking to your friend because they had a new, pulsing pimple on their face? hell no. so, whatever.
pimples or acne are natural, and no one can do a thing about it. period.
stop complimenting people on the condition of their skin, stop putting yourself down by comparing your skin to others’.

stretch marks etc.
you see it everywhere. all beauty product commercials, magazine articles, ‘healthy lifestyle’ blogs are trying to feed us with the fact that stretch marks, cellulite and stuff like that is something bad we need to prevent / get rid of asap. on the contrary, it’s the most natural thing. here you go, i’m (almost) 21 and i have cellulite on my bum, tiny stretch marks on my hips and 2 varicose veins atm. i am not 100% happy about that, but what should i do? should i exercise endlessly to get rid of them? should i hide my legs for the rest of my life? should i think i am less attractive because of that? sure not. fuck that. still, when thinking how many processes my body conducts every day, it’s a very minor problem. i am (relatively) healthy, and i should be grateful to my body for that.

to sum up, skin condition is something no one can do anything about. each of us is born with certain skin problems, some with more of them, some with almost none, but one thing is common: you simply cannot influence if you have them or not. fuck that bullshit about healthy eating, healthy living, buying expensive cosmetics etc. why should someone restrict oneself because of some fucking beauty ideal? bullshit.
what’s more important is to stop judging others because of their skin condition. F I N A L L Y.
and also, stop judging yourself.
you’re still the same person on the inside, no matter how you look on the outside.
you’ll have to live with yourself for the rest of your life, so you might as well get at peace with your own body.
and if someone judges, insults or abandons you because of certain ‘problems’ (which are not problems in fact) of your skin or body, well, fuck them. they weren’t worth talking to anyways.

P.S: i know it’s actually quite pathetic from me to write about skin issues when i personally don’t suffer from that many and, let’s face it, i profit from white privilege, therefore skin isn’t such a big deal for me. still, i want to encourage every single person to get over their skin and other issues and just feel good about who they are. and that’s what counts, doesn’t it?