This is the body. The one you woke up in today. The one that carries you through life. The one you see in the mirror, with all its shapes, lines, and textures. But do you see it? Or do you judge it? Do you treat it as a home—or as an object to be fixed?

We live in a world obsessed with bodies. Not as they truly are, but as they should be. As if there’s a blueprint for perfection. As if beauty is a checklist. As if the body exists to be admired rather than lived in. But step outside of one culture, one era, one trend, and suddenly—perfection shifts. What was once a flaw becomes desirable. What was once admired becomes outdated. If beauty is so fluid, why do we chase it as if it’s something absolute?

Here’s my first question: Do we live inside our bodies, or do we wear them? Most of us treat them like clothes we didn’t choose—trying to adjust, alter, and mould them to fit whatever the world decides is “right” today. But a body isn’t an object. It isn’t a sculpture to be carved, a thing to be corrected. It’s an organism. It breathes, regenerates, protects, feels.

Imagine waking up tomorrow without a mirror. No reflection to analyse, no phone camera to inspect. Would you feel different? Or would your body just be the thing that lets you experience life?

What do we call beautiful? And more importantly—who decides?

In some cultures, pale skin is the ideal. In others, tanned or deep-toned skin is prized. Curves were once a symbol of wealth and health. Now, slim figures dominate Western beauty standards—unless you have an “hourglass” shape, in which case, curves are suddenly back in fashion.

In some regions, a small nose is the goal. In others, a strong, defined nose is a sign of beauty. Centuries ago, high foreheads were attractive—women plucked their hairlines to create them. Today? Long, thick hair is the standard.

Who decides when beauty changes? Who benefits from it? And more importantly—why do we keep listening?

Men and women both wear expectations, though in different ways.

For women, the “ideal” body has become a bizarre mix of contradictions: Slim, but with curves. Soft, but toned. Innocent, but seductive. Natural, but perfectly groomed.

For men, the rules are just as rigid: Strong, but not bulky unless it’s muscle. Tall, but lean. Capable, powerful, dominant. No visible weakness.

And if you don’t fit the mould? The world offers a solution—buy this, inject that, cut here, build there. But what happens when a body is no longer shaped by nature, but by trends? When people all start looking the same—big lips, small nose, sculpted jawlines—does beauty lose meaning?

Let’s ask the uncomfortable question: What if the world doesn’t actually want you to love your body?

Because if you did; you wouldn’t spend money chasing a version of yourself that doesn’t exist. You wouldn’t wake up feeling behind, unfinished, almost beautiful but not quite. You wouldn’t be a perfect customer for the industries built on your insecurities. Make peace with your body, and entire industries collapse. So, who profits from your self-doubt?

Now, let’s step back. Imagine a world where no one told you what to fix. No labels of “too big” or “too small,” no right or wrong, no filters to warp reality. What would happen if you simply existed in your body as it is? Not in the way that rebels against beauty standards, but in a way that simply says—I am not here to be a trend. What if the way your body functions mattered more than the way it looks? What if confidence came from presence, not perfection? What if the most beautiful people weren’t the ones who “fit the mould,” but the ones who don’t care if they do?

If the body isn’t an object, then what is it? It’s the place you live. The thing that allows you to move, to feel, to touch the world. Maybe beauty isn’t about reaching an ideal at all. Maybe it’s about inhabiting yourself fully. Living inside your body, not for admiration, but for experience.

So, let’s ask again: Do you wear your body, or do you live in it?

Because the answer changes everything.

This is the body. The one you woke up in today. The one that carries you through life. The one you see in the mirror, with all its shapes, lines, and textures. But do you see it? Or do you judge it? Do you treat it as a home—or as an object to be fixed?

We live in a world obsessed with bodies. Not as they truly are, but as they should be. As if there’s a blueprint for perfection. As if beauty is a checklist. As if the body exists to be admired rather than lived in. But step outside of one culture, one era, one trend, and suddenly—perfection shifts. What was once a flaw becomes desirable. What was once admired becomes outdated. If beauty is so fluid, why do we chase it as if it’s something absolute?

Here’s my first question: Do we live inside our bodies, or do we wear them? Most of us treat them like clothes we didn’t choose—trying to adjust, alter, and mould them to fit whatever the world decides is “right” today. But a body isn’t an object. It isn’t a sculpture to be carved, a thing to be corrected. It’s an organism. It breathes, regenerates, protects, feels.

Imagine waking up tomorrow without a mirror. No reflection to analyse, no phone camera to inspect. Would you feel different? Or would your body just be the thing that lets you experience life?

What do we call beautiful? And more importantly—who decides?

In some cultures, pale skin is the ideal. In others, tanned or deep-toned skin is prized. Curves were once a symbol of wealth and health. Now, slim figures dominate Western beauty standards—unless you have an “hourglass” shape, in which case, curves are suddenly back in fashion.

In some regions, a small nose is the goal. In others, a strong, defined nose is a sign of beauty. Centuries ago, high foreheads were attractive—women plucked their hairlines to create them. Today? Long, thick hair is the standard.

Who decides when beauty changes? Who benefits from it? And more importantly—why do we keep listening?

Men and women both wear expectations, though in different ways.

For women, the “ideal” body has become a bizarre mix of contradictions: Slim, but with curves. Soft, but toned. Innocent, but seductive. Natural, but perfectly groomed.

For men, the rules are just as rigid: Strong, but not bulky unless it’s muscle. Tall, but lean. Capable, powerful, dominant. No visible weakness.

And if you don’t fit the mould? The world offers a solution—buy this, inject that, cut here, build there. But what happens when a body is no longer shaped by nature, but by trends? When people all start looking the same—big lips, small nose, sculpted jawlines—does beauty lose meaning?

Let’s ask the uncomfortable question: What if the world doesn’t actually want you to love your body?

Because if you did; you wouldn’t spend money chasing a version of yourself that doesn’t exist. You wouldn’t wake up feeling behind, unfinished, almost beautiful but not quite. You wouldn’t be a perfect customer for the industries built on your insecurities. Make peace with your body, and entire industries collapse. So, who profits from your self-doubt?

Now, let’s step back. Imagine a world where no one told you what to fix. No labels of “too big” or “too small,” no right or wrong, no filters to warp reality. What would happen if you simply existed in your body as it is? Not in the way that rebels against beauty standards, but in a way that simply says—I am not here to be a trend. What if the way your body functions mattered more than the way it looks? What if confidence came from presence, not perfection? What if the most beautiful people weren’t the ones who “fit the mould,” but the ones who don’t care if they do?

If the body isn’t an object, then what is it? It’s the place you live. The thing that allows you to move, to feel, to touch the world. Maybe beauty isn’t about reaching an ideal at all. Maybe it’s about inhabiting yourself fully. Living inside your body, not for admiration, but for experience.

So, let’s ask again: Do you wear your body, or do you live in it?

Because the answer changes everything. 🤍✨