Glimpse.

I found this while looking for a picture for a friend of mine...
How much more simple would life be if things were really like this? Think of the girls who wouldn't despise how they look every day and work on fake tans and diets and shopping fanaticism and new hair cuts and caked on make up. What would happen if every day, girls would get up, get in and out of the shower, a moisturizer on the face, a single coat of mascara on the lashes, dress and out the door?

Is it possible to be included in a world where looking like Paris Hilton is an abnormality? What happened to the beautiful women who love themselves no matter how much weight they gain? No matter how huge their hair is without straightening the snot out of it every day? No matter how bad their skin is?

Let's get one thing straight. 

You are not your hair -- frizzy, smooth, or limp. You are not your feet -- colossal, average, or tiny. You are not your thighs -- scrawny, muscular, or dimpled. You are not your looks.

What you are is far more than the eye can see. You are your culture. You are your history. You are your quirks. You are your talents. You are your goals and accomplishments. You are your relationships. You are your spirit.

And absolutely none of these things can be judged by a photograph. 

I don't care if you're skinny. I don't care if you're overweight. I don't care if you skin is so bad that you hate to go outside of the house.
I don't care if you're wearing the biggest brand, the most expensive material with the most well known purse.
I don't care if your shoes cost more than my tuition, your make up costs more than your shoes and you lock yourself in a tanning bed for hours on end so that you would always look like you live in California despite the Canadian cold.

What would happen if you just let it all go and tried to be real?

Is it really that unattainable?