Une Femme Libre

The effect of media on female body image and mental health: In other words, the f*cked up world that is women's magazines and other female-specific media I wanted to be blonde. Blonde girls got all the guys. Blonde girls were prettier, cuter, hotter. They had tanned skin and clear, blue eyes and perfect, straight, white teeth that shone when they flashed their Hollywood smiles. Or, at least, that's what I gathered from TV. My friend home-dyed my long brown hair for me, badly. The smell of bleach and other chemicals tainted the air in my living room, stinging my eyes and nostrils, while the dye itself was burning my scalp. The box said 'light golden blonde', but after I washed away the paste, I was left with my dark brown roots and copper hair. I was horrified. I was undeniably  not  blonde. And I stayed looking like a Weasley for almost a year, slowly letting my hair grow out, until my 17th birthday when I finally gave in and went to the hairdressers to get it dye...

She is not a prude Nor is she rude For the way she dresses we all confess is her attitude to the world she lives in The stress of it all coming down to her outfit of the day not the things we say When we say no but the dress says yes I cannot digress We must not repress These allegations Leading to accusations Of instigations through attire I tire of these stories of worries of fire in their eyes while we beg them please Stop   Stop   Stop the blaming Stop the shaming Because before we came into this world we were all innocent and the same Until we were given labels within which to frame ourselves and others   But now we shame the mothers and blame the covers we wear As our expression Fade to depression in succession It’s the definition of insanity It’s uncanny Like the Inquisition overwhelmed with interrogation But never of this big corporation Rather a fixation on placation of urbanity   H...