Survival of the Fittest.
Phrase of survival.
Noun.
The continued existence of organisms that are best adapted to their environment.
This is a theory that states organisms who learn to do what they have to in order to survive will live, a prevalent element of life in the animal kingdom.
But I guess humans are animals too.
And animals fight to live and exist and beat the one competitor they have - natural selection
And as they adapt over generations,
creation changing with them,
filled with elation and frustration as imitation no longer suffices.
And so it never is quite the same,
but us humans, we too play a game,
a game of life or death,
of survival or extinction,
a game of natural selection.
But our game is rigged.
Now you see, our selection is anything but natural. There are strict standards you must fit into to be accepted and outside of the box is rejected.
Society wants girls collected and “corrected” and we are expected to just comply.
Girls were once respected and thought to be perfected,
but now we have affected the way “beauty” is seen,
as it has defected from personal preference
to the manipulation of the natural state of your body in order to be deemed acceptable.
Girls grow up learning to not be themselves, but to live by the rules of society:
Be skinny, but not too skinny. Guys like girls they can hold.
Wear makeup, but not too much. That’s false advertising.
Wear crop tops and miniskirts, but nothing too revealing. Or you’re just asking for it.
All these standards,
treating women like nothing more than mere trophies of achievement for men,
to have and flaunt to all their buddies to prove their masculinity,
like somehow,
mistreating another human being makes you look better.
But who am I to say anything? Women are supposed to stay silent and be pretty, right?
Why is it an honor to be somebody’s daughter?
I’m not saying we should hate our fathers,
but we can’t just be proud of our individuality,
because we’ve been taught to obey the mentality
that the normality of the brutality of society is just what it is.
We live in a world of survival of the prettiest,
where beauty on the outside matters more than anything on the inside ever will.
You fit the mold of beauty created by our world or you are not beautiful.
Simple as that.
So girls spend all their lives trying to conform
and reform
and transform
and fit the norm of this cookie cutter world we live in.
But we lose ourselves in the process.
We become processed.
Manufactured barbie dolls,
all made from the same mold of beauty that we were all sold one day when we were three.
We finally made it…
But then we blink.
And the mold that we own has changed.
And we no longer fit.
We are no longer images of beautiful perfection.
We get locked in this cycle if adaptation and alteration,
forming an altercation between who was and who we’re trying to become.
Survival of the Prettiest.
Phrase of survival.
Noun.
The continued existence of girls that are best adapted to pretending to be okay.
*Disclaimer: This piece is not about how I feel about myself, I just see how much girls (in general) are so self-conscious and always want to change themselves to be more “beautiful” when they are already so beautiful being who they are. Ladies, love yourself!!!
