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  • Writer's pictureKathryn Williams


Social Media Influencers. Or the people who are trying to be influencers. What does that even mean? You have thousands of followers from all over the world. You have all the clever hashtags. Your photos are perfectly staged and you look gorgeous in every single one. Why is this so important in today’s society? And why do I find myself wishing some days that my photo could get that many likes? Why do I look at pictures of these women with stunning features, perfectly symmetrical faces, all abs and no cellulite and wish I could look like that?

I wasn’t born with exotic eyes. I like food too much to have abs, I wasn’t built to not have cellulite. I’ve always had an ass, but not a toned ass, just a big old ass. And yet I find myself wishing I didn’t look so ordinary. Don’t hear me wrong, I don’t think I’m ugly. But I know I’m no supermodel. But why do I beat myself up some days because I’m not?

I compare all the time.

But the fact is, my imperfections are what make me me. And those women with the perfect bodies had a journey all their own to look the way they do. No one is better just because they take a “prettier” picture. I have to remind myself of that.

Even now writing this, that was not the purpose in sitting down to write. I actually sat down to write to tell myself, if I worked harder I could look like those women. And somehow as my fingers typed, the truth took over and reminded me that everyone’s story is different. And our beauty is found in different ways.

Sometimes it’s on the surface, sometimes it’s buried deep inside. But if you strive to be a good person, you’re beautiful no matter what you look or feel like.

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