Lately I was in the Primark browsing for some inexpensive frilly buys. I heard one of the boy-cessories (boys that are carried along with shopping girls) saying "It's all fake!".
I chuckled and said "It's a Primark, what do you expect?", but the essential power of the remark stuck with me.
Instagram: often a bunch of [reproduced] happy emotions to show how good we feel at that glamorous location (hi Cara D & friends)
Fashionblogs: How often do I see "I was wearing Prada and I felt miserable in this fancy bar because that girl over there had Celine" photoshoot? Not that much. Reality: it happens!
Hair, teeth, boobs, lips: Lately I've been joking about the "I'm a blonde, I have really long legs" mantra and been changing it in the "I have really long blonde hairs on my legs?". I got that one from a gay friend, btw.
Fact is, most women criticize when a non-natural change about someone looks too fake. But the natural looking ones get our seal of approval above the ones who are actually being natural. In Holland lots of people frown upon fillers & botox but have their hairs dyed at age 15. I mean, when is fake so normal that we think it's real? Or when are beauty rituals considered as normal whereas others are seen as vanity?
The realness of fake is that it works out for us, as long as it looks real enough! People are uncomfortable when you start crying in public. You probably get more likes on that #fakesmile in that #awfulbuttrendy
bar while hugging that #nbbf with her #Celine (still #envious). They prefer to see you long blonde hairs on your head instead of your legs or upperlip. And skinny boobs are acceptable when the rest of your body is thin too. As for thin-ness, hide your eating disorder by posting #foodporn (but do not eat any of it!).
Am I right about this or am I being too real about posting this in words?
