What women want
It’s a strange old world, many times we feel lonely, and in need of companionship. I don’t believe anyone wants to end up alone. We continuously yearn to share our thoughts, wants, and desires with the opposite sex, hoping to meet that special someone who will understand us like no other.
We live in a fast-paced society where everything is on hand, from food delivery to dating websites, we are bombarded every day with ideals of beauty. The media has propelled a false sense of desire in us to achieve unrealistic goals, from immaculate body shape to perfect life and relationships. The pressure is absurd and unfair. Everywhere we look, we see a universal standard of beauty, which is both wrong and unattainable. It is all carefully planned to sell us a product or lifestyle that we don’t even need. All these media images are expertly photoshopped, and what they portray is just not real. The perfect height? 5ft 8 and above. I’m lucky if I’m 5 ft 5 wearing stilettos. A tiny waist? Twenty-six inches max, twenty-four would be even better. I don’t come an inch closer to either of them. The longest legs? My legs are more like a sheep’s than a giraffe’s. Short, toned, bulky and ready to run the London marathon.
Perfect derriere? Well, I like to think that I excel in this area, but not for genetic merit. More due to the ingestion of irresistible doughnuts that make my backside grow to a perfect shape and size, which makes me very happy indeed. Immaculate hair? Seriously, my hair needs to be dyed, massaged, straightened, moussed, sprayed, combed and styled before it even looks anywhere near decent. Then all my efforts go out the window the moment I step out in humid weather. The second that spec of moist air hits my perfect mane I am transformed into a frizzy poodle. Skin as bright and smooth as a porcelain doll? Well, I think every woman suffers from breakouts, especially on “down days’ “when hormones are running wild.
Magazines make it seem as if women are free of blemishes, and this is just a lie. I can go for days with healthy skin, and then suddenly, get a giant pimple at the end of my nose, which usually happens right before an important event. In this case, I disguise it with fab concealer and voila! I’m good to go. Let’s not forget the perfect portrayal of breasts. Tight, perky, free of stretch marks and most definitely non-saggy. Natural breasts are sometimes the opposite of this, but always far more beautiful. Push up bra or no push up bra. If you’ve got it, flaunt it.
Every magazine image and tv commercial give us a fake and distorted view of how women should look and feel. They convince us that these are ideals of perfect beauty and lead us to believe it’s how we need to be. We have become so immersed in these physical standards that we have forgotten to be ourselves. To enjoy our curves, and let our natural beauty shine, being confident from within, loving who we genuinely are.
There is a lot of pressure on women to achieve a perfect life, graduate from university, get an ideal job and meet the man of their dreams. Let’s not forget the 2.4 children, a thriving career, kick-ass body, glamourous house and an immaculate marriage. These impossible demands are engraved stereotypes of our modern society, and I believe it’s creating a world of anxious individuals. Women don’t need the extra pressure; we have enough as it is.
Women want to be listened to when they feel emotionally exhausted. They want to give their best and for the world to respect their wish for equality and justice. They want to be career women, mother’s, wives, daughters, sisters and friends. To be admired for their efforts and respected for their choices.
Women want to believe in their capabilities and own individual beauty. Not follow the mass media with their representations of unattainable perfection, but to embrace their bright smiles and strong personalities. They want to stand up for themselves, not because of their physical appearance, but for their brilliant minds and determined hearts. They want to be fulfilled and fight for what they believe. Accomplishing their dreams, and setting the world alight with fierce independence.
In the end, it all comes down to one straightforward question: What do women want? They just want to be themselves. From head to toe, heart to soul.
