The other day I looked in the mirror.
Yuck.
My acne was so bad I could play one intense game of connect the dots. I ate an entire bowl from Chipotle and felt like a pregnant whale. And somehow, I always end up stalking Kendall Jenner’s Instagram wishing I would magically wake up and have her legs.
I was walking to my 3:30 p.m. class when I heard another girl talking to her friend about someone she followed on Instagram. Maybe it was Kendall Jenner or Kate Hudson. Or it could be that one girl from high school who gets 900 likes on a donut that we doubt she eats because in her bikini picture, she has a 6-pack.
They did the typical, “Like, she’s not even real. I wonder how it feels to look like that.”
I chuckled. I’ve been there ladies.
The truth is that behind each bikini picture, model test-shot and senior picture is still a girl who wakes up and doesn’t feel “pretty enough.” Behind every girl at the beach is a girl who at one point in time doubted her worth because she doesn’t always have a flat stomach. Behind every confident Instagram post is a girl who screenshotted six filter options and texted her group message, “Do my arms look fat in this?”
