In 50 years: Who cares about cellulite, spots, and shiny hair?

 
In today’s image focused world, it can be hard to see past the big, red, ‘Rudolf’s nose’ boil sprouting under your skin/ Perfect hour-glass women like sirens on the covers of glossy magazines flashing: ‘BUY ME NOT THE PACK OF CHOCCIE BUTTONS!’ and not to mention, picture perfect snaps people upload onto social networking sites, sepia-toned here, contrast-up there: making their lives seem like a Insta-dream!

Although these seem like silly light-hearted things, for easy influenced youngsters they can be a recipe for disaster. Even though we don’t want to believe it, there is still a strong class divide in the country. Some kids just don’t get. Now imagine a child casually flicking through one of their school-mates pictures, seeing them on various holidays, new clothes every week, the latest gadgets. How is that going to make them feel? If their having a bad time at home, and they see happy family photos glooming over them, the pangs of jealousy are bound to well up. This is modern-day oppression, and there’s nothing we can do about it. I can only say this: don’t believe everything you see. People are very deep things. No-one is likely to admit their having a bit of a crap time; no-one’s going to broadcast their sadness. When someone posts: ‘HAVING AN AMAZE TIME AT (wherever) WITH (whoever) (Insert smiley photograph)’ Why are they bothering to go onto their phone if they’re having such a great time? Those who are constantly posting what they’re doing/ where they’re going, pictures of meals they’re about to eat, are actually revealing a need for approval. In some cases it seems they need people to think their having a brilliant time, that for them social acceptance is everything! This is the reason I don’t have Facebook, I cannot stand this continuous self promotion.

Moving on, In 50 years you won’t care, if:

. You looked crap on photos from nights out.

 .If you had hairy underarms!

.If your hair was a little bit greasy towards the end of the week.

.If you had the latest Iphone.

.If your Facebook page made you look interesting.

.That you liked shitty music.

.That you couldn’t afford what was in Topshop.

.You won’t even care if your belly popped over your bikini in holiday snaps!

The only thing that will matter is that you had loads of fun, were true to yourself and made your family proud. Do something out of your comfort zone, volunteer and help others, these things will make you beautiful inside. I'm not saying it's not nice to look nice (it can make you feel nice!), just that there are more important things.The best advice I can give is to live for others, to do for others, and then you yourself will be happy!