I missed my first 3 days for 14 valentines (mostly because if you asked me for the past week and a half, I couldn't tell you what day it was) but the topics were really important to me so I'm still say a few things on them here.
Feb 1: Body issues.
To say that every woman has body issues is the biggest understatement that I have ever heard. It seems that we're never happy with ourselves and when we are for a few seconds that the most important people choose those moment to comment on us. The range from too fat to too skinny, too short to too tall, too flat chested to too "blessed" (what? you thought that I was going to say boobilious?), too anything to too anything else has driven me crazy.
The best example I can give of... all of the above really, is in my house. My sister is beautiful. Beyond so. She has been offered modeling gigs and other things in that vain but she has no interest in the entertainment business. Despite all of this, she refuses to wear tight tops and shorts skirts or shorts. Why? Two reasons. First, her legs have scars from her eczema. It annoys her to no end and she has tried almost every lotion under the sun to minimize appearance. The second is that according to her, she needs to tone her stomach. Now my family doesn't help at all. They joke around in fun and I don't think that it's completely intentional but they have seen that it makes her get upset (did I mention that she was 16 and slightly more hormonal than any teenage I have come across? No? She is.). But it's what they do- I really should know.
Since I went to high school, all of a sudden it appears to be okay to point that I have a bigger chest than normal. By anyone. Not to mention that I've always been overweight so such things have led to commentary on that. Fun. With my family, it went a step further. For instance, if my mother asks if I want to have surgery one more time then I will scream. If my grandmother asks me to lose weight so I can marry a cute boy, I will...well I'd do nothing because that's my Lita. I might end up pissed for the rest of the day. If I get another pamphlet from my uncle on ways to lose weight then I might slash someone with it. Maybe. My other temptation involves those papers and making a human blow torch so yeah.
It has become a fight to get up, look in the mirror and say that I look cute. And most of those days by the time I get to the door, either my family,my friends (both inadvertently or my television screen has been there to say "no you're not." I don't understand the reasons and to be honest, I don't want to. I want to be able to hang out with my friends with all of us eying someone else in the group and wanting their figure. I want people to drop the emphasis on "plus" in plus-size. I want the bullcrap to stop. End of story.
I'm actually going to comment on the other two topics (sexuality and sexual assault) in tomorrow's post.
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