Perfection

Every time you pick up a magazine do you feel jealous?
I look at the perfect complexions and figures of the celebrities plastered across my screen and I know that even if I wasn't interested in the salacious gossip of the A- listers, I still wouldn't be able to escape the perfection of these people. It would be impossible. All you have to do is turn on the TV, open a newspaper or go to the cinema and the beauty is pushed right up into your face.
I don't enjoy knowing that I succumb to the pressure. I don't enjoy the fact that quite a lot of my thoughts throughout the day focus on whether I’m a dark enough shade of orange, whether my hair has gone frizzy, or just how big my bum looks in my jeans. It's a difficult mindset to get yourself out of once you've become too involved. People can tease you about being high maintenance and trying to be a Barbie, but do you not think their reaction would be far greater if you turned up for a night out in trainers, a tracksuit with greasy pulled back hair and no makeup?
I'm not a skinny girl, despite my efforts, and on occasion the obsession with my weight really does begin to take over. Diets with me tend to be either failures from the beginning or month long battles with myself where after all my hard work, the weight reappears again distinctly quicker than it left.

I know everyone has their hang-ups... but if we lived in a world where celebrities didn't hide or cut off their own imperfections, then maybe everyday people wouldn't be so ashamed of theirs, and we could move past this phase of fakery, with diets, hair style tips, and caked on makeup, and bring back normal people.