Local Girl Has Moment Of Clarity
I've been watching a lot of The Learning Channel (TLC) lately: mostly What Not To Wear and Ten Years Younger. I have found it that all that these shows do... is change people. People of all ages are told to hide their hips, boost their bustlines, and smooth out any wrinkles with Botox. To this, I say "What the fuck?"
I'll be honest: I complain as much as (if not more than.. way more than) the average person about my physical appearance. But lately, I've been observing how my body works, and also how it's growing. And you now what? I like my imperfections. I wear the smallest B-cup bra. I have to find jeans with some sort of stretching agent in order for them to fit comfortably over my thighs and hips. I wear size 11 (sometimes 11.5) shoes. I'm 5 feet 9 inches tall. If I were to walk into, say, a modeling or talent agency of some sort, I'd bet anyone hands down that I would be told to drop at least 20 pounds.
Now why the hell would I do that? As of Saturday, July 22, I weigh 140.5 pounds. This is a perfectly healthy weight for my height, and I am pleased with it. Yet somewhere along the line, it was decided that mine is not an acceptable body type. And when did so many natural qualities become imperfect? Features such as hips, breasts, and thighs are too big or small, as if there is a standard measurement to live up to. Any slight forehead wrinkle or laugh line is expected to be filled in with Botox, or whatever people are injecting themselves full of this week, and be administered a chemical peel stat.
This is the moment that I stand up and say "Shove it, media, because you're not going to push me down any longer." As of this very moment, I will (try my absolute hardest to) not hold myself to the ridiculous standards set by today's celebrities and the media that idolize them so. I will embrace my body, keep it healthy, and not give a damn who knows it. And I hope that more people will (try their absolute hardest to) do the same.
I'll be honest: I complain as much as (if not more than.. way more than) the average person about my physical appearance. But lately, I've been observing how my body works, and also how it's growing. And you now what? I like my imperfections. I wear the smallest B-cup bra. I have to find jeans with some sort of stretching agent in order for them to fit comfortably over my thighs and hips. I wear size 11 (sometimes 11.5) shoes. I'm 5 feet 9 inches tall. If I were to walk into, say, a modeling or talent agency of some sort, I'd bet anyone hands down that I would be told to drop at least 20 pounds.
Now why the hell would I do that? As of Saturday, July 22, I weigh 140.5 pounds. This is a perfectly healthy weight for my height, and I am pleased with it. Yet somewhere along the line, it was decided that mine is not an acceptable body type. And when did so many natural qualities become imperfect? Features such as hips, breasts, and thighs are too big or small, as if there is a standard measurement to live up to. Any slight forehead wrinkle or laugh line is expected to be filled in with Botox, or whatever people are injecting themselves full of this week, and be administered a chemical peel stat.
This is the moment that I stand up and say "Shove it, media, because you're not going to push me down any longer." As of this very moment, I will (try my absolute hardest to) not hold myself to the ridiculous standards set by today's celebrities and the media that idolize them so. I will embrace my body, keep it healthy, and not give a damn who knows it. And I hope that more people will (try their absolute hardest to) do the same.
