Dear Teenage Girls of North America, (and elsewhere as well, although I have not really witnesses you all that much)
I won't lie, half the time I dismiss you and your youth as foolish and immature, but I must realize that is the way you are meant to be. Please, hold on to that foolishness. It will keep you happy, and that is more important than losing weight or final exams. As the world looks at crisis elsewhere, we forget about the murder here at home, the murder of your soul.
This is my letter to you all, that maybe sometime you will read when you are crying and feeling alone. Or maybe you won't. Maybe you'll forget about this, but you are reading this now, and I hope you believe me when I say I love you.
I love everything about you, teenage girls. Oh sure, you annoy me when you mess up my piles at work and listen to terrible music, but my heart will move beyond that. I see what the media is doing to you, and baby, it ain't right. You deserve more than to be thrown into the world with blue eyeshadow and a training bra. Stop buying things that undermine your intelligence. I know you, and I know that you're smart, so girls, why are you hiding it? Why do you give your money to places that will only ever make you feel like less than Kate Moss?
I'm not denying clothes are fun, and the objectification of women is seen in a lot of prominent brands, but girls, you have to realize that. You can't stop thinking because they tell you to. Even if you continue to support them economically, keep in mind that the big lipped tiny hipped models you see on their walls are just shadows of things that will never be as beautiful and mature as the amazing teacher, or neuroscientist, or astronot, or even stay at home mom as you will be. Don't look at lies and mistake it for truth. You are so beautiful the way you are, and I'm begging you to stay that way.
I've been there, trust me, it's a hard phase for everyone. Crouched over the toilet with a sweaty brow, begging God or whoever to make you thin. Even if you try to pretend you don't care about Paris Hilton, why does she get all the attention when you and your exceptional swimming skills, or writing, or frisbee throwing, or whatever you do best is ignored? Why do guys go for the one who puts out when everyone is busy snarking at teen mothers and screaming that Jesus wants you to keep your clothes on. Why can't you think of anything but sex, but why aren't you allowed to enjoy the thought of it?
This relationship has got to end now. Please, demand something smarter from your media. Keep rocking those beat up Converse and whatever else Miley Cyrus says is in style, but don't be blind about it. I know it's hard breaking up baby, but some things have got to be done.
I'm tired of seeing you all hate on female celebrities that are 'has been' products of what the media once declared good. Yes, Britney is " a trainwreck" now, but wasn't she perfect at the time?
I'm tired of this I need to lose 5 pounds nonsense. Are you at risk for heart disease or do you have wide hip bones, bones that no matter how much you diet will always be there, until they shatter due to lack of nutrients.
I'm tired of you letting magazines use and abuse you, as they try to push you into a "healthy lifestyle" as they show rap artists that call women hos and twenty one year old with the bodies of twelve year olds in the pages that follow.
Darlings, the media will never love you, but I always will.
Stay strong, girls. I know you're the future's only hope. I may not make much sense when I rant, but I'll rant for you anyways until people listen.
UPDATE: September 3rd.
Thank you for everyone and their overwhelming support and feedback.
I will now include some other things I have done re: body images for this blog, for those bad days.
On Having a Waist
Body Image Vlogging