#social media beauty standards

[svnflowermoon]

hey btw before you start being angry at the 10 year old sephora kids and the ipad kids, remember that we should feel bad for them. because the world has failed them. it is not these kids faults that the world is so focused on materialistic things and that their parents don't know how to talk to them. that is the fault of social media and bad parenting. i said what i said.

[happyheidi]

i think that discussion about if social media are toxic isn't about tumblr because on snapchat or tiktok or Instagramie all you care about is "if no one likes my face then i'm a loser" but tumblr is a different thing because you can't even see how many followers people here have and all we do here is post photos of nature, animals and poetry. tumblr is the healthy social media. all we care here is pretty nature and wise poetry

𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?? 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈/𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽 𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾!! 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗈𝖬𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 “”𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍””. 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖾𝗍𝖼. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝟤𝟦/𝟩, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖲𝗈 𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𝖲𝗈 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 - 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌!

“𝖳𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺”

𝖯𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝗌! 👏👏👏

𝖧𝗈𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒, 𝗇���𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍! 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋! 𝖧𝗈𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋! 🍃🥳🎉💛✨

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𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍? 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋! 😄

[valewritessss]

I’m hoping (I’m praying) that once the insecurities society has created for people—mainly women— becomes too much, the world will kind of reset and we’ll realize this is ridiculous and stop caring so much about appearance.

[pollenallergie]

i hate you plastic surgeons on social media who speculate about what work celebrities and influencers have had done. i hate you celebrities and influencers who pump their faces and bodies with fillers and/or get surgery after surgery, then proceed to lie about it all for years, crediting some bullshit weight loss tea or dumb workout routine or ‘holy grail’ beauty product. i hate you fashion brands who make their clothes to suit a very specific body type that only a small percent of people have and only carry a small range of sizes bc, fuck it, they feel like it.

i hate you diet companies for pushing unrealistic standards, promising unrealistic results, targeting mostly young women and girls, and just straight up lying to people in much of your advertising. i hate you social media (especially fucking instagram) for pushing a bullshit, unrealistic beauty standard and telling us that we all have to meet it or else we’re ugly and unlovable. i hate you “legging legs” and “body by ozempic” and “buccal fat removal” and “bbl body” and “heroin chic,” i hate you body type trends.

i hate you people who feel the fucking need to incessantly comment on the foods people eat and their body size and tell them that “that’s so unhealthy” as if they don’t already fucking know that!! just let them fucking enjoy their goddamn meal and feel comfortable in their own skin!!! it’s not that fucking hard!!! i hate you skincare companies that market your anti-aging products to teenage girls and women in their twenties. i hate you doctors who refuse to take women, trans people, people of color, fat people, and those who belong to two or more of those identities seriously when they come to you with their health issues.

i hate you politicians for turning something as simple as preferred pronouns into ammunition for your bullshit ideological warfare that you use to distract from the fact that many of your constituents can’t even afford to live and that, currently, you are working as hard as you possibly can to strip our rights away and set us back decades upon decades. i hate you news stations who would rather focus on celebrities and their lavish fashion and their lavish events and their lavish PR stunts than the genocides and geopolitical conflicts in Palestine, Sudan, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Artsakh, etc.

[celebrate-lesbianism]

Love and support for femmes who don't wear makeup, get their nails done, or shave 💖

[idkaboutanametbhx]

when you start having the "i don't care what other people think of me i might as well be wearing pyjamas outside anyway" and the "why am i socializing i don't find anyone interesting" thoughts again

[fairy-devil-leopard-princess]

It would be so cool if this western society was more accepting of unconventionally pretty women and women that this stupid beauty culture deems as not pretty. The obsession with beauty social media seems to have probably makes people so self conscious.

Girls are sexualised from a young age and we are taught that our worth is in our looks and maybe how sexy we act. It’s all fucking stupid . Everyone is beautiful .

[papika]

i have to say, i reread the uglies series a couple years back and they've become shockingly relevant to our current era. just... god, it's really kind of insane just how much shit scott westerfeld pinpointed would Be A Thing That Happens, to the point where extras (the fourth book, which is about a different character than the first three) is actually kind of uncanny.

like, it was published in 2007 and it hit the nail exactly on the head for influencers and the rise of social media. it's kind of crazy.

[roses-and-lavender-smoke]

For real this shit exist i think is cool IF YOU HAVE THE PRIVILEGE, but It has to be a little bit mean if you dont fit in the society beauty standards

[azziopeia]

beauty standards have always been toxic and ridiculous but since tiktok became popular it’s just gotten so much worse it’s come to the point that being very ill or dead is seen as preferable to being fat or unconventionally attractive.

there’s a reason there’s 10 year olds at sephora.

[oh-katsuki]

something feels so wrong to me about making fun of sam smith’s performances. cracking jokes about the choreo, how they look doing the choreo, comparing their performances to mcdonald’s countdowns. when a lot of it... is the same shit so many other artists get praised for (harry styles being one of them). 

like... what’s this really about? because it sure as fuck isn’t about their actual vocal talent or their musical talent because y’all really seemed to LOOVEE their music when you couldn’t see them. 

is it actually about the “energy” of the performance? or the choreo? or is it maybe the fact that you’re made uncomfortable by the fact that after they took time off to recover, they look different from how they did before? is it maybe because you don’t like seeing people with body diversity be so comfortable in their skin, singing songs about sexual promiscuity, unless it fits your image of what is “acceptable” body diversity? 

is it really the choreo that you don’t like? the costumes? or is it maybe their entire existence in the spotlight as someone you deem to be “other”? 

[ilikethecolorredsstuff]

Hating on shows for stupid reasons the same way society makes u think ur ugly for stupid reasons.

"the bone structure of the scenes doesn't go well with the eyes of the show and it's soul, so it should probably switch the aesthetic to appear less complex and have more appeal"

"idk man the character development is good and the plot points are good but there's no world building harmony in a way that im used to therefore the show is bad"

[1dkl0l]

The Fear Of Being Seen/My Own Presence

I’m scrolling through TikTok and video after video pops up: If you’re not doing this, you’re ruining your life. Another one: If people aren’t leaving a conversation obsessed with you, you’re doing it wrong. Misinformation is rampant. My life as a stay at home girlfriend. If you scroll past this you’re a terrible person. How to glow-up, how to get off your phone, how to start loving yourself, how to save Palestine. Scrolling through it I know the algorithm serves me as much as I serve it. The moment you create an account and start scrolling, it's like a newborn baby in your arms. Watching, reacting, learning from all your behavior and movements and storing it away so you keep coming back to hold it in your hands. My feed, the videos I see are dictated by my input. So then why do I feel so terrible by the end of it? It’s like a magnifying glass for all of my deepest insecurities and pointless beefs with myself. My hip dips, my double chin, my not-dainty-or-coquette-at-all feet, my needs, my empty purse and heavy eye bags, my less than streamlined-optimized, un-picturesque life. I stop and stare at the beautiful girls on the screen, probably lip-syncing to crystal castles or deftones. Wishing I was them, wishing I could look away and never see anyone as perfect again. I could never be an exhibitionist but on my phone, I turn into a voyeur. I want to be them and at the same time I hate them, hate them for their beauty and their endless praise, their instant friends and doe gaze. You can’t say things like this outloud though, because it reveals to others something within yourself they’d rather turn away from, in themselves, and also in you. Like a pothole they sidestep in the road to not fall down on, a muddy reflection in the lake. I know I’m an angry person, is the thing. For all the times people have told me, “You’re so sweet.” I thank god they can’t taste how bitter the inside of my mouth is. I think we have to be this way though, and everyone has things about themselves which they’ll go to great lengths to hide. In a world full of shame and secrets, most of us would rather die than feel exposed. But the internet is full of exposure, and reeks of shame in every corner, and we learn from the treatment we witness others receive. For those of us who grew up isolated and cut off from their peers, the internet may have seemed like a safe-haven to hide. You could be anonymous, you could be a loser in real life but a god on tumblr or insane on 4chan or whatever your prerogative was. Especially growing up in an abusive household, the internet was an escape. I could lock myself in my room and go on my laptop or phone to disappear from the scene in front of me or inside me. I found more empathy and understanding from strangers than my own father. But now I wonder how much it has distorted my view of the world and others, and I resent the fact that it raised me more than my parents ever did. How many of us turned to our phones so we wouldn’t have to look at our parents faces? Yesterday I was watching a video on youtube and the narrator said how mothers and daughters are uniquely connected because of the way a mother and daughters amygdala are connected. Mothers and daughters have a unique ability to feel one another's pain. I was in the car with my mom once and she reached over to smooth out the crease between my furrowed brows. “Stop, my mother always did that,” She said, “I would wonder what she was thinking about. You do it too.” And sometimes I look in the mirror and I don’t know who I feel more, myself, my mothers finger on my forehead, or the internet. I want to look away from her, to look away from my mother, to reject her as her own mother rejected her, to cut off her fingers from my forehead. But I keep staring at the mirror, I can’t look away from the girl, I can’t turn from my own mother. I can’t take my eyes off of her. How to start loving yourself.

[slimnotsorry]

It was always a fear of mine

That people would use photos of me, either stolen from social media or taken without my knowledge in public, to share online for the purpose of either motivating themselves to starve or to roast my body type.

Because people were regularly saying nasty, unkind things to my face, I feared how much worse those comments would be if they were anonymously discussing my photo online.

I remember getting comments on instagram telling me to off myself and that I don’t even look human. Which were left publicly under my photos. So I always had this thought that people would screenshot them and send them to a private groupchat or forum to tear me apart even further. I eventually closed my instagram account. That wasn’t the only reason but it was a primary one.

I also didn’t want my body to be associated with starvation, illness, and death. Even worse than receiving nasty comments, I feared being posted as “thinspo” to a bunch of sick kids on a forum somewhere. I was horrified at the thought of being recognized in public as ‘the girl from the pro ana forum’, which someone may have posted my pictures to without my knowledge.

I was already NEVER believed when people asked if I had anorexia or bulimia and I truthfully said no. So I thought that if I’m found on one of those sites, I’d have absolutely no chance of defending myself. Nobody would believe me if I told them those pictures were stolen or taken and posted without my knowledge/consent. It would just be taken as proof that I’m a liar trying to cover up my obvious eating disorder.

If anyone bothers reading this, think again about sneakily snapping a picture of a stranger, think again about stealing someones pictures from their social media, thank again about assuming that random thin girl is starving herself, think again about asking her intrusive questions, think again about leaving accusatory comments under their posts. Just leave that thin girl alone.

[litteralytoriatp]

‘Lipstick on a pig’

SHUT UP, IN THE NAME OF MOTHERING FUCK, SHUT UP.

[la-boricua]

Every other filter on Instagram: “This is how you would look if you were white…”