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We as women are trained to see ourselves as cheap imitations

We as women are trained to see ourselves as cheap imitations of fashion photographs, rather than seeing fashion photographs as cheap imitations of women.

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seafoam*

posted February 20, 2017 at 9:06pm UTC tagged with inspirational, beauty, photoshop, societalstandards, quote

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Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxi pad commercial, windex commercial – you'd think all women do is clean and bleed.
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