This is my grocery shop when I’m sick. (Cold/flu)
What I’m concerned about: Vitamin C, getting enough fluids, eating enough calories for energy, soothing my throat, cheering myself up, resting, sleeping, getting better.
What I’m not concerned about: My weight, how I look.
Bonus: It was two for one day on icecream. Win!!!!! So I got four. That’s logical in my head.
Have you seen this?
This is fucking awesome and proves just how far our thinking has come.
There is an ad in London advertising some magical weight loss potion protein thingy.
You know, magic beans.
Anyway it has a photo of a ‘perfect’ model and says, Are you beach body ready? Encouraging people to take the potion to become like her so that they are then ready/acceptable to be on the beach.
The response to which has been an overwhelming, fuck off, everybody is beach ready! We are awesome as we are.
They have been defaced and protested. There’s a petition with 40,000 signatures, it’s all over twitter, facebook etc. It’s blowing up.
This is great.
What is not great, is the proteinworld response. The model is an acceptable weight, everyone should have goals to be fit and look good etc. I mean seriously you have to read them to believe them.
Though really, what do you expect from an industry that survives by lowering people’s self esteem and generally telling them they are not good enough.
In case you havent got the message yet, you are.
In the words of my gorgeous friend Joy, “I don’t know any average women. All the women I know are beautiful talented and awesome.”
This is really accurate. People often exchange one obsession with another. Moderation is the key people.
This experiment puts up two doors where women can choose which one they walk through. Beautiful or Average.
Most women choose average. No surprise there, right?
There are some great moments when the mother takes her daughter through the beautiful door and a woman pushes another woman in a wheelchair through the beautiful door.
These women are doing parenting and friendship right.
It also makes me think, we do see our friends and family as beautiful often more so than they see themselves this way. And of course the same goes with our friends views towards us.
I would have chosen the beautiful door. Not because I have a huge ego or think I am better than anyone else, but because that’s how I choose to see myself.
Which door would you have chosen?
The thing is, you can choose beautiful in your every day life.
Walk through that door when you pass a mirror, or when self doubt creeps into your mind. Walk through that door when you wear that slinky black dress or your bathing suit. Hell walk through it when you’re at home in your trackies (Maybe with your eyes shut.)
Walk through that door and take someone else with you.
You can start by telling someone they are beautiful today.
Then tell yourself the same thing. After all, that’s what a friend would do.
There’s something I really like about this article. Women writing how they were first insulted about their bodies and then formulating a response in hindsight.
I guess I like the flip of power on this. Accepting perceived flaws and saying yeah so what, f*&k you (idiot.) This is that judgement stuff again. It’s just so widely accepted that our bodies or what we do with them is up for public opinion. (It’s not)
Nobody knows what motivates us or what is happening in our lives or why we choose to take the actions we do. The thing is they are OUR choices. OUR bodies. OUR lives.
I don’t really think about what I would say to specific people in hindsight from my childhood because I guess I’ve pretty much let that stuff go. And there was a lot of it I can assure you.
I think for me it’s more of a general attitude change and not taking shit from anyone anymore.
In saying that, I definitely still need to work on this, as I do still put up with assholes occasionally and then later wish I had told them to take a long walk off a short pier or similar.
So for your adolescent self, go tell an idiot to f*&k off today.