Wednesday, November 2, 2016

50 Things I'd Rather Be Than A Victoria's Secret Angel

Because there are so many things more important than your appearance.

I've always been against Victorias Secret (and have never bought an item from them) for reasons like their "perfect body campaign"their BLATANT objectification of women with posters plastered outside their store, and because they're downright overpriced. I just don't feel comfortable giving away my money that sexualizes women arguably than any other company. A female's bodies main purpose is not to attract others to it, so why do so many women love this store? (I mean, have you heard of Aerie? They have a great selection of cheap bras and panties, PLUS they don't retouch their models!) 




So, with the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show coming up, I felt inspired to write a list of things I would rather be than an "angel". The Victorias Secret Show is glorification of ONE body type. And although this body type is beautiful, just like every other body type, it's also extremely unrealistic and unattainable. So instead of being glued to your television and watching 6 foot, 80 pound models with double d bra cups and hating yourself when you look at your skin in the mirror, focus on what's beneath it. There are so many more important things than looking pretty. So without further ado, 50 things I would rather be than a Victoria's Secret Angel.

1. Kind
2. Intelligent
3. Patient
4. Witty
5. Passionate
6. Curious
7. Loving
8. Spontaneous
9. Trustworthy
10. Hard-working
11 Versatile
12. Straight-forward
13. Humble
14. Adventurous
15. Loyal
16. Ambitious
17. Inventive
18. Sweet
19. Honest
20. Generous
21. Fun
22. Helpful
23. Dynamic
24. Creative
25. Nice
26. Dilligent
27. Independent
28. Optimistic
29. Sincere
30. Brave
31. Communicative
32. Fearless
33. Deep
34. Self-assured
35. Capable
36. Cooperative
37. Enthusiastic 
38. Reassuring 
39. Talented
40. Polite
41. Selfless
42. Lively
43. Confident
44. Eccentric
45. Charismatic 
46. Affectionate
47. Optimistic
48. Imaginative 
49. Fearless
50. Myself.


"Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I have already heard the word rubbed raw across the flesh of so many girls before me. Thrown at them like rocks that beat the skin of those we do not understand. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. A word like that floats on the surface, give me something with depth. Tell me I’m intelligent. Tell me I’m courageous. Tell me that when I laugh the whole world smiles. Tell me that my voice is sweeter than strawberries. Remind me that my hands have helped flowers grow, painted the ocean, and captured the sky in my phone. Assure me that with a mind like mine, I can change the world. 
Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I don’t really care if it’s true. I’ve spent years trying to convince myself that beauty goes through and through. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful. I’ve felt the word splatter against me enough for a lifetime. I am better than the “beautiful” that slips from your lips. I am the ocean, 36,000 feet deep. There are parts of me you have never seen. I am outer space, infinite in your search. I am not simply “beautiful.” I’m a masterpiece."