I saw this today on a friend's blog:
"Me + the beach = Me in bathers+ Self Consciousness = very uncomfortable me+ being convinced that she is overweight = I either don't eat for two days beforehand OR try to make myself throw up"
I was so angry and sad at what we are doing to ourselves by promoting a beauty ideal that is false and mostly airbrushed.
I wrote this on Mulled Writings: its called Beautiful Me.
"I stood in front of the mirror, bathing suit, scrawny legs, small breasts, fat stomach, big bum - my ugly teenage body - and started to cry: how could I go to the beach looking like this? A gentle knock on the door and my dad looked in and asked what the matter was, so I told him. He sat next to me, gave me a big hug, and said: "You are beautiful, a unique bundle of you, who along with the rest of us, thankfully bear little resememblance to the scrawny airbrushed ideal in the glossy magazines you read." He dried my tears and kissed me goodnight sleep tight. I awoke the next morning, calmer, and went to the beach with my friends, still self-conscious but freer than before. I noticed Jim looking my way and realised that I am beautiful me."