You know what I find so sickeningly messed up? The fact that if somebody else happens to have a problem with my body that I’m expected to automatically hate it too. I find it so sad that women and young girls are reduced and dehumanized to nothing but a pretty picture. That they are taught its wrong to love yourself. That if you’re not good enough for some man, you’d better not stop trying to be until he accepts you. What in the hell is wrong with embracing and loving yourself for who you are? We hear so much talk about “fat-shaming” and skinny-shaming.” I want to know where the words of self love got lost in there. Every single one of you is so much more than a number on a scale, or an expensive brand of makeup. You have talents, ambitions, interests, passions. I don’t know about the rest of you, but to me that’s much sexier than mindless giggles and big breasts. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with getting all dolled up. But do it because it makes you happy, after all you are such gorgeous people, you have every right to strut your stuff. However, don’t lose yourself underneath it all. Be with a guy who values your morals and opinions, and recognizes your beauty as a privilege of loving you, not the primary reason for his affection. If anybody has a problem with the way you look, whether it be family, friends, or some boy, do not think you have to put up with it. Their opinions do not define you. Screw them. You should never be ashamed of loving something so perfect.