Today’s world is filled with pressures and expectations that we can either benefit from or let rule our lives. We have to live a certain way, act a certain way, look a certain way to just simply be accepted by our peers, when even they themselves are far from perfect.
Face it…simply look it right in the face and admit it to yourself. No one is perfect. Gisele Bündchen, despite her slammin’ bod, has a messed up nose (and is
nothing without makeup), Chace Crawford looks like a girl with thick eyebrows (and ripped off Zac Efron’s look, which isn’t such a fabulous thing anyway)…NO ONE is that awesome looking when you take them at face value. But see, I’ll say these things and the first reaction by most people will be, “HEY! Come on! How can you say Gisele is ugly? She’s a beautiful woman…” And my response is, I didn’t say she was ugly, I said she’s just not that much better than normal people. She just gets mad cash for her better-than-average physique.
But WHATEVER about the faces. The real issue is the body! This whole deal with skinniness has gotten ridiculous. But NOT in the way you think I’m going to say.
As a (so-called and much abused) “anti-feminist”, I love this whole legitimation of the term “killer looks.” First off, there is absolutely nothing wrong with girls striving to be skinny. Hell, I think that it’s a necessary desire! If humans were supposed to be adipose, rolly balls we would have been born without muscle mass.
As a race, we are MEANT to be lean. We are supposed to be killing machines, strong enough to fight for our food and lives. We should be able to at least jump two feet in the air for the better part of our lives. If you love your body you will treat it right. And unfortunately, Kortnie Coles of America’s Next Top Model was wrong. Simply because your “body is a temple and sometimes that temple wants cheesecake” doesn’t mean that you get to poison your body with saturated fats.
I am a calorie counter. I have problems with my body. I’m fine with admitting that. I think people should admit that. The issues I have with myself motivate me to become a (physically) better person. The root of the societal problem of thin obsession is when it gets psychological. I’ve been there. I’ve let it get inside my head and hurt me. I still do.
And as much as I think people should be concerned about their body image and worry that people are judging them for how they look (because SORRY, people do that…it just happens)…I don’t like things like ”The Thin Commandments.” The Thin Commandments is a list of “rules” to get skinny and stay skinny. It’s unrealistic and hurtful. It’s something I would have come up with, but it’s not something I would circulate as truth on the Internet. This is the list:
- If you aren’t thin, you aren’t attractive.
- Being thin is more important than being healthy.
- You must buy clothes, cut your hair, take laxatives, starve yourself, and do anything to make yourself look thinner.
- Thou shall not eat without feeling guilty.
- Thou shall not eat fattening food without punishing oneself afterwards.
- Thou shall count calories and restrict intake accordingly.
- What the scale says is the most important thing.
- Losing weight is good/gaining weight is bad.
- You can never be too thin.
- Being thin and not eating are signs of true will power and success.
- If you are thin, you will be loved and accepted
So listen. I mean. I love skinniness. Sometimes I feel like I would do anything for it. But I don’t like to know that other girls, especially ones younger than me, think the same way. As much as I hate to think of people gorging themselves on delicious foods that I don’t allow myself to have, as much as I think that feeling hungry is a sign of self-control, and as messed up as that is…it’s more important to me that other girls never get those ideas into their heads.
Eat SOMETHING. Enjoy eating! Just don’t eat everything in sight. Don’t eat things you KNOW aren’t good for you.
I don’t know. Some things are too extreme…like that. I don’t really know what I just said. Take it for what it is and make your own assessment. I’m apparently jaded and hate women, so maybe I’m wrong. Whatever, you know the drill—
Enjoy your Sunday,
AMMC