I know I've said it before but I'll say it again: the concept of youth is constantly being manipulated and twisted to fit a slot that sells. As a teenager heavily involved in an industry that persistently defines and redefines youth, I sometimes find it confusing when it comes to what my own youth should look like. I've found, through admittedly limited experience, that youth is what you make of it, but at the end of the day, youth is an image sold to middle aged women and pressed into innocent minds. Youth is not defined by age or beauty, but rather by a lack of concern for exactly those things. You don't wake up one day and find your youth is gone, but instead it leaves you the moment you worry its left.
While youth exists in no physical image or definition, I find that the spirit of youth is epitomized perfectly in Kids in Love, a photo series by photographer Olivia Bee, where special moments are remembered and immortalized in the grainy tinge of film.