Definition Essay: The Perfect Body
Perfection
“You dieting?” my mother asks in her broken English. I look at her and back at my own plate of rice.
“No, why would I be?” As soon as the words leave my lips I feel like an idiot. The real question is… Why wouldn’t I be?
I look in the mirror and all I see is imperfection. I mentally circle the parts of my body that I would love to change, and then later find myself covered in red circles that none of my original body is in view. My thighs are too thick; my waist is not small enough; as I continue scrutinising myself, my mother’s words pour on me like a bucket of ice water. “Good, you are already underweight anyway.”
We live in a world where young girls are more scared to wake up fat, than to wake up to World War Three. We live …show more content…
For four of those 16 years, I spend my days wondering if my skin is tan enough or if my body is at least close to the well-sculpted bodies of those bikini clad models I see flaunting on the television and I am sure I’m not the only one in the same position. The perfect female body is everywhere, plaguing every young girl's mind and altering their image of their own body. Our bodies aren't clay; we can't always shape it to the figure we believe is perfect. From girls aged 15 to 17 year old, 90 per cent desire to change at least one aspect of their body. Why do we want to change ourselves? Why should …show more content…
Then I realised-still shovelling food inside my mouth-that I don’t want to starve myself and put my own body at risk. Countless of women suffer from eating disorders in order to achieve the perfect body posed by the media. We can change this ridicule, and we can start by loving ourselves more and more.
Wouldn’t the perfect body be the body that we have been born into? The body that we should feel comfortable in? Our body is like a canvas full of the perfections that are distinctly ours that not anyone else can have. Every woman is their own individual person, with diverse ethnicity and unique personalities. It would be boring to have everyone with the same body and the same faces. With our own self, we'll never be mediocre. The society should learn to embrace us, all of us, no matter if we’re a size extra small or an extra large, we all own the perfect body.
And I am teaching myself to love my own body. The body that I’ve been gifted for, because it is mine and the girl looking back in the mirror is me, not a product of the media. When you look into the mirror, where has that beautiful girl gone you ask? She’s there and she’s looking back at you. We’re already perfection in our own ways and we need to learn how to love
“You dieting?” my mother asks in her broken English. I look at her and back at my own plate of rice.
“No, why would I be?” As soon as the words leave my lips I feel like an idiot. The real question is… Why wouldn’t I be?
I look in the mirror and all I see is imperfection. I mentally circle the parts of my body that I would love to change, and then later find myself covered in red circles that none of my original body is in view. My thighs are too thick; my waist is not small enough; as I continue scrutinising myself, my mother’s words pour on me like a bucket of ice water. “Good, you are already underweight anyway.”
We live in a world where young girls are more scared to wake up fat, than to wake up to World War Three. We live …show more content…
For four of those 16 years, I spend my days wondering if my skin is tan enough or if my body is at least close to the well-sculpted bodies of those bikini clad models I see flaunting on the television and I am sure I’m not the only one in the same position. The perfect female body is everywhere, plaguing every young girl's mind and altering their image of their own body. Our bodies aren't clay; we can't always shape it to the figure we believe is perfect. From girls aged 15 to 17 year old, 90 per cent desire to change at least one aspect of their body. Why do we want to change ourselves? Why should …show more content…
Then I realised-still shovelling food inside my mouth-that I don’t want to starve myself and put my own body at risk. Countless of women suffer from eating disorders in order to achieve the perfect body posed by the media. We can change this ridicule, and we can start by loving ourselves more and more.
Wouldn’t the perfect body be the body that we have been born into? The body that we should feel comfortable in? Our body is like a canvas full of the perfections that are distinctly ours that not anyone else can have. Every woman is their own individual person, with diverse ethnicity and unique personalities. It would be boring to have everyone with the same body and the same faces. With our own self, we'll never be mediocre. The society should learn to embrace us, all of us, no matter if we’re a size extra small or an extra large, we all own the perfect body.
And I am teaching myself to love my own body. The body that I’ve been gifted for, because it is mine and the girl looking back in the mirror is me, not a product of the media. When you look into the mirror, where has that beautiful girl gone you ask? She’s there and she’s looking back at you. We’re already perfection in our own ways and we need to learn how to love