It’s been a while since I woke up ranty, so here we go:
Do you get upset at the unrealistic expections the media seems to be setting for women size-wise?
If no, how do you do it? Are you just buying into it or able to shut it out completely? Because it upsets me, and yet, sometimes I can brush it off as nonsense, other times it leads me into a shame-spiral.
If yes, I don’t blame you. But I have more questions:
Do you internally (or, worse, verbally) criticize your friends about their weight?
If yes, why? Is it because you think everyone should conform to a certain body size/shape? Is that because of Charlize Theron being genetically gifted with an A-List Hollywood body? Because Scarlett Johansson has a nice butt? Because you think there’s a correlation between thinness and health? Also, seriously, stop doing it.
If no, do you criticize yourself about your size?
If you do, then why are you setting a higher ‘standard’ for yourself than other people? It’s unfair to yourself. It leads to, or propagates, unhealthy thinking.
I was thinking about this a lot yesterday, because I was remembering being the ‘fat kid’ in my group of junior high/high school friends after biking by a gaggle of girls in that age group. Except, y’know, I wasn’t fat. Not even a little. I was just taller (by quite a lot) than my friends, and proportionally a bit bigger. I had (relatively) big ol’ ladyhips early (no boobs until later, though) and fairly big thighs, which I kept hidden under giant broomstick skirts a lot of the time. (The early 1990s! Yay!)
But I was a (better) runner back then. And I come from peasant stock with muscular legs. True, now there’s a fair bit of padding too, and once there was much more, but so what?
So what? I’ve hated my thighs more or less since I was 13. I’m 35 now. There’s still a lot of mental fixing I need to do before I stop obsessing about them. Do I blame the media? Sure, a bit, but I also blame myself for falling for all that nonsense for so long. I’m not a catwalk model. I’m not an actress. It’s not my ‘job’ to fit into a single digit size or to wear skinny jeans or any of that rot. My ‘job’ is to do my actual paying job, and to pursue the things I’m good at and interest me. So I should focus on that.
But, being human and therefore fallible, I still have a lot of mental traps to navigate my way around, jump over, and occasionally fall into. Where’s Pitfall Harry when you need him?
On a similar note, here are some brilliant takes on the absolutely ridiculous cover of Catwoman #0.