Eyeshades off. Covers
down. Step on the scale. Celebrate or freak out.
My morning routine is like that of many other girls. Between brushing my teeth and getting
dressed, a three-digit number determines my mood and actions for the rest of
the day. How is it that a mundane
function of habit can dictate my self-worth for the next 24 hours?
We all do it. We
obsess over a number that society deems as too high or too low, or if we’re
lucky, just right. But the numbers don’t
stop at the scale. We obsess over the
size of our jeans and the numbers on the tags of our tops and dresses. Every single day, we have three different
numerical codes telling us if popular culture thinks we’re skinny or fat. And every single day, we torture ourselves to
prevent falling into the latter category.
We limit our carb intake.
We become vegans or adopt a Paleo diet.
We starve ourselves before vacations.
We spend hours upon hours at the gym.
We say no to dessert. Because God
forbid, when I wake up the next morning, that three-digit number is one digit
higher than the day before.
Somewhere along the way, skinny has become the new
happy. We are brainwashed into believing
that in order to be beautiful, we must fit into a size 0, or die trying. Even as smart and powerful women, we
confuse wanting to love our bodies with wanting to be thin. Society dissuades us from expressing any sort
of contentment with our figures. When
given a compliment, we must subscribe to girl protocol and immediately follow
it with self-deprecation. We are deemed
conceited if we dare to admit we like a self attribute.
It’s time to put an end to this indoctrination. It’s
time to start loving our bodies. Despite
our size, we never feel like we are good enough. I am petite but I am never going to be stick
thin. I am never going to be a super
model. And I will not be mistaken for
Barbie or even her BFF Theresa in the near future. And you know what I say to that? F@#$ it.
Who the f is popular culture to tell me I’m not beautiful just the way I
am?
Maybe I have what society deems as “thunder thighs,” but
guess what? Thunder invokes notions of a
force of nature and power, and that’s exactly
what they are. Today, I ran 10 miles
with my “thunder thighs” and I’d rather be able to say that than that I
strutted a catwalk.
Think about it, we aim to be size zero’s…the definition of
zero is literally nothing. Why would I
want to be nothing? I want to be a whole
lot of something. I want to be a strong and empowered woman,
not one that allows a yo-yoing number to determine her self-confidence. I want to be happy with my body and revel in
its strength and power. Strong, both
mentally and physically, is what is beautiful, and strong is what I aim to be.
My body is perfect.
It’s perfect because I work for it.
Stop letting a number determine your self-worth. Stop confusing wanting to love your body with
wanting to be skinny. Take a
compliment. Give a compliment. And make telling yourself that you are beautiful, a part of your
morning routine every single day.
As women, the revolution starts with us.
Accepting your body as it is, what a truly wonderful thing.... Weak or strong, skinny or fat, beautiful or not- why do we not just let go of any dissatisfaction whatsoever with our bodies? Why not be at peace with who you are, whoever that is? Anger and frustration with who you are, how much you weigh, or how fit you are only leads to more of the same- more anger and frustration. If you truly accept yourself (an admittedly tremendous task), you might just find yourself free enough from anger and frustration to actually move forward. You might find yourself free to move towards being more fit and beautiful- being satisfied and at peace with who you are all the while. Or you could choose to not move "forward," I guess you'd have found peace in your mind already.... I guess that would leave you free to do... whatever you want!?! Thanks for the thought provoking blog post. I hope I left a couple intriguing thoughts myself.
ReplyDelete100% right on!
ReplyDeleteGood for you Miss Hannah!! For being so wise at such a young age... I would much rather be able to say I ran 10 miles than I strutted down a catwalk... Popular culture can change if enough girls stand up for it. It only takes a spark to get a fire going... You be the spark.. I promise to pass it on...
ReplyDeleteHey there!
ReplyDeleteI have a quick question about your blog, could you email me please? Thanks!!
Melanie : )