The other day, I looked up the definition of “beauty.” Two things came up: “a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight.” The second one was “a beautiful woman.” I asked myself, what does that even mean? The perfect shape or form? That summer tan that a girl wears proudly on her skin? That toned body that is “aesthetically pleasing” to sight?

As we’ve grown up, society has made us believe that beauty equals perfection. That beauty can only be reached through tangible things. As I have been able to understand these concepts, I have questioned if that is what true beauty means to me? Forcing my fingers down my throat so I can see my ribs sticking out of my body? Or using that tight skirt and a crop top that makes me feel uncomfortable? Or hiding my track of tears with layers of makeup? We look for beauty in places we expect it to be found, when true beauty is hidden inside your authentic self and who you are. …

Isabella Casanova

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