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"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." Isn't that easier said than done? We live in a world which relies on media in our daily lives, but we are also choosing to antagonize the media due to the strong effect it has on our society. The media isn't just something shown on t.v. It's everywhere, from the magazine we pick up when we are getting a haircut, to the radio station we turn on in the morning, it's as if our whole world has been consumed by different forms of media persuading us to act, think, and sometimes feel a certain way about ourselves. I have found myself a victim to the mind games the media puts us teenage girls through, since we are easily hypnotized by what being beautiful means. Growing up, day by day, I found myself hating who I am. Why aren't I like those girls on t.v? Why don't I look like that? Why don't I dress that way? Why don't I act like that? I found myself losing touch with who I am as an individual. There have been many significant moments in my life where I find myself trying to conform to societies, my friends, and my families ideal image of what a female is supposed to be, which unfortunately lead to the point where I went to horrific extents.
I remember a few years ago, I literally became obsessed with becoming thinner. This wasn't a spur of the moment decision. I had grown up with the images of an ideal female, and an ideal body type, that I began wanting to look like that. Needing to look like that. I would always watch t.v, and I would see a model walking down the aisle on t.v. My attention would quickly go to her perfectly small waist, flawless face and her skinny body. It brought down my self-esteem and I automatically feel a lot of pressure to look like “her” in order for people to consider me as beautiful. I remember finally getting through that phase, but it all came back when I visited a family member who I hadn't seen in a while. First thing she
I remember a few years ago, I literally became obsessed with becoming thinner. This wasn't a spur of the moment decision. I had grown up with the images of an ideal female, and an ideal body type, that I began wanting to look like that. Needing to look like that. I would always watch t.v, and I would see a model walking down the aisle on t.v. My attention would quickly go to her perfectly small waist, flawless face and her skinny body. It brought down my self-esteem and I automatically feel a lot of pressure to look like “her” in order for people to consider me as beautiful. I remember finally getting through that phase, but it all came back when I visited a family member who I hadn't seen in a while. First thing she