White, young, thin, literally, young, white, slim. In fact, there is nothing wrong with appreciating and liking "white, young and thin", but it is just a feudal superstition that "the king of Chu loves his waist". After all, although the Qing Dynasty is dead, some people still think that men are superior to women, don't they? And now that the network is developed and the cost is zero, it is not surprising that some people admire it.
If it is not enough for individuals to fan the flames, "youth and thinness" will become an anxious topic for contemporary young people. You should know that "all the noise in the world is for profit, and all the noise in the world is for profit." "White Youth Thin" is only profitable and has money to earn, so it is only placed on the chessboard of capital.
In "Talk Show Conference", Yan Yi, the twin sister, once said bluntly: "Losing weight is inspirational, being fat is depraved, and being in poor shape is a bit immoral?" As you can see, when this kind of aesthetics is put on the cloak of "self-discipline" by capital, people's dissatisfaction with themselves is subtly guided, and white, young and thin are the yardsticks of justice, which binds everyone.
Therefore, there will be WeChat business of various diet pills in your WeChat; Your "Double Eleven" shopping cart is full of weight loss equipment; 80% of the little red books you brush are good grass seeds to lose weight ... Both men and women seem to have lost their self-identity under the popular "beauty justice" and become tame anxious beasts in their own eyes.
Since we all know that this aesthetic is wrong, and there are really not many public figures and reports to criticize this aesthetic, why are we still trapped by appearance anxiety? Very simple, because it is profitable, even if only one person is willing to be white and thin, then it exists. "Being sold and helping to count money" is our helplessness and sadness.
With the hustle and bustle of the times, the streets are endless and fascinating. When we all wear various masks, we find that at the moment when we make a sound, we have long been controlled by the mask. With the best guess, everyone can't help it, but the sharp spear has stabbed innocent people, and it's too late to turn back. I can only bow down and listen to the command of capital, look for the next goal, and greedily look at the invisible pie.
Shakespeare wrote in The Tempest: "Hell is empty, and the devil is on earth". As a girl in China, I humbly hope that "white, young and thin" will live on earth forever and never go to hell again.