Arguing With Myself

The simply complicated days.

Izzy J.

Izzy J.
Birthday
December 31
Bio
Izzy's the name, livin's the game! Pleased to meet you. I'm sixteen-almost-seventeen years old and I am perhaps the most boring and average teenaged girl you'll ever meet. But, you know, life for a small town kid like me isn't what it looks like on Degrassi, and I assure you there are zero flash-mob dance sequences like Glee. But hey, here I am! I came to OS to jot down my opinions, rant to unbiased ears (or rather, eyes), and just have an outlet to post any funny stories, events, or thoughts that may cross my path. Enjoy my tumultuously boring, simply complicated life!

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MAY 11, 2011 10:58AM

The things us teenage girls go through to look pretty...

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Whenever I read a fashion magazine (which is a rare occasion, as my bookshelf is too full of comic books to accomodate any other type of reading), I always see those stick thin models with their rock hard abs and perfect legs and flawless skin.

Now, I've been "blessed" with a bizarre lack of acne on my face, and I've got my fathers tall and lanky French Canadian genes. I'm hardly ever one to call myself fat or ugly because, let's face it... I'm awesome.

I've spent too many years being self-deprecating and loathing my appearance! Now I realise that hey, I'm actually pretty, for someone who is pretty, er, androgynous.

But summer's on the horizon, and that means all us teenage girls are going to be going out in the sun, flaunting whatever assets we have for all the world, or at least the teenage males of the world, to see.

I got a pair of awesome short-shorts from my sister, and since the forecast was calling for sun tomorrow I planned to show them off to school. After months of hiding under pants from the snow and rain, though, my legs were in pretty rough shape. Let's just say I rival Casper the Friendly Ghost.

I bought an expensive bottle of self-tanner, and some Nair hair removing cream. Of course, I had that naive notion that if I used these products I would instantly achieve the smooth, golden, sexy legs you see in the Venus ads all the time.

I just spent the past half hour chemically burning all the hair off my legs and dying them what I THOUGHT was a golden brown.

When I rinsed off all the product and looked in the mirror, I had bright orange legs polka-dotted with an angry, red rash.

Somehow I don't think that if you snapped a picture of my legs in their current state, and slapped in on a buildboard, it would persuade people to buy these things.

I've learned today that maybe, just maybe, it's a better idea to rock what your DNA has already given you, than to mask it in fancypants beauty products.

Looks like I won't be wearing shorts tomorrow.

Love from my Oompa-Loompa-y self,

Iz/AJ
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What I find sad isn't girls trying to look nice. I do thik it's sad that so many still, after all these years, after modern feminism has made so many positive changes...that so many still dress in order to try to please what's worst in boys.

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I think it's really sad that our culture works so hard to convince girls and women (men, too, but to a lesser degree) that we have to change ourselves in order to look "good". Women have hair on their legs and under their arms. So what? The ironic thing is, if we leave it alone, don't shave it, it's generally soft and pretty unnoticeable. And then there is makeup and manicures and pedicures and all that...crazy! I'm glad I grew up during the hippie "peace and love, all-natural" generation. I wish we would get back to that.
It's WE. "The things WE teenage girls go through..."