If I had to pick a eureka moment in my life, it would be the moment that I knew I was beautiful. Not just thought I looked good in that top. Not just cute with that lip colour. Definitely not just thinking I could make myself beautiful. I mean the moment that I just knew that beautiful is what I was, and the effort in putting myself together was a stylistic slant on my existing beauty. Once I believed that, my skin was much more comfortable.
Beauty is this thing we’re told about all of our lives. It’s commodified: we are given products to make us beautiful. Women probably feel this most acutely but men spend a lot of time being told to enhance themselves in the same way. Feeling inadequate? There’s an app for that. A cream, a shower gel. Whatever. It’ll fix us. Buy it. It will show everyone.