Too Young, Too Filtered, Too Much Pressure

When did girlhood become something you had to filter, Facetune, and thirst trap your way through just to feel seen? Let’s be honest: being a girl in 2025 is like playing a game you were never given the rules for. But somehow, you’re always losing. You log on to TikTok and see a 12-year-old who looks 21. She has lashes longer than your will to live, a perfectly curated outfit, and is mouthing the lyrics to a song you didn’t even know was about… that. Meanwhile, you’re sitting there in a hoodie, breaking out, wondering if the way you look at 23 is already outdated. Welcome to the scroll spiral. Somewhere along the way, the standard went from “just be yourself” to “be yourself, but only if you’re hot, skinny, dewy, confident, and have lip filler.” We’re not just comparing hair and outfits anymore. We’re comparing:

• Who has the better body
• Who poses better in their mirror selfies
• Who’s the most “c**ty” (whatever that even means anymore)
• Who’s got the most likes while doing the literal least

Girls are branding themselves before they even know who they are. And somewhere in between the filter and the thirst trap, we lost the plot. Let’s call it what it is: We’re being fed a beauty standard that isn’t just unrealistic — it’s manufactured. The girl you’re comparing yourself to probably has lip filler, a personal trainer, a ring light, and an app that edits her waist. And yet you’re sitting there thinking: why don’t I look like that? We’ve replaced authenticity with appeal. And now girls are trading their innocence for attention before they’re old enough to drive. The line between confidence and commodification? Blurrier than ever.

You know what doesn’t help? The music. Scroll your FYP for five seconds and you’ll hear:

• “Make his knees weak.”
• “I know you want it.”
• “I’m the baddest b**ch you’ll ever meet.”

Where are the lyrics about actual self-worth? Real love? Anything that doesn’t sound like a hookup or a highlight reel? Music used to be about feelings. Now it’s about fantasies. And not the holy kind. Little girls are looking up to half-dressed influencers who don’t even look like themselves. Teenagers are editing their faces before they ever see their real ones. Women are performing femininity like it’s a sport with no finish line. And if you’re not hot, loud, or flaunting something? You’re invisible. But here’s what no one tells you: You don’t have to play this game. You can opt out of the thirst trap Olympics. You can exist without performing. You can be beautiful without begging for validation.

The Church has never measured a woman’s worth by her waistline, her wardrobe, or how many likes she gets in a bikini. She teaches that the body is sacred. Not shameful. Not a product. Not a currency. You were created in the image of God. That means your body is good. Your soul is priceless. And your worth? It was sealed on the Cross — not in your comment section. Modesty isn’t about hiding. It’s about revealing with reverence. And holiness? It doesn’t cancel out confidence — it completes it.

Holiness is not aesthetic. Confidence is not cleavage. And femininity is not a trending sound. You don’t need to be “c**ty.” You need to be you — loved, sacred, and still becoming. Put down the pressure. Log out of the lie. You were never meant to be consumed. You were meant to be cherished.

Still flawed. Still faithful. Still choosing dignity over the algorithm.