I hate it when they try to showcase “all sizes” in pictures of women (because they’re being all condescending, “embracing” “real women”) but still turn their faces into some sort of unrecognizable photoshop blob. The skin, our shield, our battlefield, is being reduced by the media to this pristine untouched satin sheet. Thus, even if they have the guts to display you—you with the saggy boobs, you with the bulky hips—, all signs of individuality (hair, scars, wrinkles) will be erased from you. We’re encouraged to achieve perfection through the removal of ‘blemishes’ because our skin is not meant to tell stories. Not only are we still lacking voice out there but our bodies do too.