The sex kitten, the femme fatale, the hot soccer mom with a dirty secret, the badass rocker chick, the curvaceous, outspoken black woman, the lipstick lesbian, the mysterious vampiress, the chic hipster, the fiery Latina, the sexy double agent who always has her make up painted to perfection even after killing thirteen dirty Armenian gangsters in a bloody shoot-out: these are all stereotypes depicted of women in the media. In every scenario, they are thin and beautiful with perfect breasts and hip to thigh ratios. They are Amazonian women, goddesses, flawless creatures in a seemingly flawless society, emblazoned on the silver screen, magazine covers, blown up on billboards, and stuffed down our throats as if to force feed their beauty on us (2).

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  These are the perfect women that young girls, women beginning to discover themselves, and grown women that were once secure and are now questioning just how special they are, look up too. Women in the media are objectified, erotized, and stereotyped to a point where real women with real curves, cellulite, acne, grey hair, blemishes, and wrinkles are no longer considered beautiful. It’s the artificial, the computerized, the generated, the airbrushed, the anorexic, and the unhealthy, that women and young girls are idolizing. When in reality, they should be idolizing themselves. 

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