Beauty ideals suck. Even alternate ones, of all kinds, which I enjoy and celebrate--they suck too, just cause they all do. On principle. Impersonally. Whether pushed by the status quo or not. They are always a box. There is always somebody more ___ or less ____ than you are, you are always gettin older, you are always starting to slide out of some set of criteria...we are all always changing. You can't win that contest.
The nice thing, though, is that this is not an unhappy thought, ultimately. Because in the end, the only thing you really have to bring to life, the only beauty ideal you can really meet, is being yourself, and no one will ever be better at doing that than you.
(Been said before, I know. Just saying it again.)