The journey of feeling ashamed of my protruding ears led me to undergo surgery, driven by the fear of judgment on a global scale.
I wrote a poem examining the lengths women go to fit into societal aesthetics, and later realized the hypocrisy in altering my own body.
Going under the knife felt like a weapon I could wield against my own disposability in a world where appearance dictates value.
The narrative of the film 'The Substance' parallels my experience, illustrating the disturbing cost women pay to maintain their perceived physical perfection.
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