Vanity;

Vanity. Each morning, we begin the laborious task that is our makeup. Stage by stage, we build up our mask, until we become hidden; hidden behind a thick, muddy edged foundation, eye liner that is so smudged we look like a recovering crack addict. The question that beckons from my mind is, would we be viewed so differently without it? And the answer, sadly, is yes. Confidence is evoked from the 'power' that is makeup. Dare we let anyone see that spot we have on our chin, or the himalaya's growing forth on our hairline, even the blush when someone we like approaches to chat. As my late grandad said 'we are our shop window', those words haunt the early hours of every morning, as i begin to get ready, and slap on my mask to the world. A tainted enemy, vanity tears apart our core until we become self obsessed, appearance driven drones, who fall victim to our own self destruction.

And that, our faces, is just half the battle; isn't it? The constant dulcet drones of the media hammering us down, saying we're fat, we're not good enough if we carry a little extra weight. Scrutinized by society to be the fashionable 'anorexic', otherwise, if we don't match up to the Topshop lollypop mannequins, our figure is totally unacceptable, we are UGLY.

But tell me this, how can we be so unhappy? Variety is the spice of life, we should be embracing figures of all shapes and sizes; celebrating a uniqueness in each and every one of us. We are on this world just the once, encouragement is needed for us all; in a world that seeks to make us all clones, we need to fight a battle that strives to make us passionate individuals, with meaningful goals, to help others, rather than obsess and depress over our appearance. I am on a quest to be happy with my own self image, and seek to inspire others to do the same.