What makes someone beautiful really? I've been browsing around and have noticed that most peoples perception of beauty lies in the fashion magazines we see, the tan skin, the tall amazonlike stature, the perfect white straight teeth, the flawless face. The thing is, a lot of say, the human race has it's beautiful points, what about this airbrushed photo venture is beautiful, what is it about being fake that is beautiful?

I am not tan, I'm pale. God made me that way and I like it. I find it beautiful and don't see any need to alter my skin color. There is nothing wrong with being natural. I'm confident. I'm 105 pounds, and I feel beautiful. Most people would agree that's a good weight for a woman that's 5'3" but even if I were slightly overweight, I'd still feel beautiful. My teeth aren't perfectly straight and I feel beautiful. My teeth aren't perfectly white, actually, they could use some bleaching, and I've gotten crap for it here and there, but guess what? I love my teeth and I find them beautiful. I have a freckle on the tip of my nose, three on my neck, one on my lip, all over my arms, and guess what? I feel they are beautiful. I have a large birthmark right beneath my chin to the left that's pink and people often mistake for a hicky. It's obviously not a hicky, but it's a part of me that makes me beautiful. I love my birthmark and I love myself.

The question is, what's beautiful about fakeness? What's so wrong with loving the raw look of people, the truth, realness, depth, and honesty? And finally, what's wrong with us for allowing ourselves to be and continue to be mislead?