byNamrata SheshadriAug 23, 2016 #LazyGirlsGetFit 3 Likes
Bear with me. I’m going to say something that’s been said a million times before. In every second facebook post, Instagram pic or hashtag that celebrates real women, real bodies, curves, strong instead of skinny.
I am so on board with this. You know what I’m not on board with? Women I know - strong, smart, independent, funny, vivacious, freaking gorgeous women – reducing their focus to numbers on scale or a measuring tape.
I know women who subsist on black coffee and alcohol.
I know women who live on cigarettes and diet soda.
I know women who eat only one full meal every 3 days.
I know women who KNOW they’re beautiful, LOVE their curves, but are still, STILL tempted to go the starvation route because of the “progress” they see in others.
Here’s what I have to say to that. Bull. F*cking. Shit.
Do I sound angry? It’s because I am.
And don’t give me that whole excuse about women feeling the pressure because of all the photoshopped models out there, and all the gym-honed Instagram fitness celebrities. To me, that’s like blaming rap music for all the gun violence in America. Just no. As a rational thinking human being, it’s entirely possible to enjoy something without losing yourself to it. I’m not blaming the fashion industry, or the film industry, or Victoria’s Secret models for promoting unrealistic body types. The onus of our issues lies entirely with us. We’ve put that pressure on ourselves.
The women I listed above? Are all in their 20s and 30s. If we haven’t learned to love our bodies by this age, then when? And can you imagine what teenagers go through? The insecurities they’re feeling, being thrust into this world where even the adults have issues with their bodies, and it never goes away?
And for what? I’ve talked myself blue in the face telling my friends “Eat this. EAT IT. EAT SOMETHING. You can work out later.” But they’re so caught up in the dwindling numbers on the scale that they fail to notice the lack of lustre in their faces, the fatigue, the dull eyes, the sheer breakable look to them.
We’re talking eating disorder territory here. Those aren’t words to be thrown around lightly. But what else can you say about people obsessively counting their calories, purposefully skipping meals, making themselves throw up that tequila shot because of the high sugar content? For God’s sake, I have a colleague who pointed at a picture of a crying Syrian refugee and said “I wish I was that skinny.” A. REFUGEE. FROM. A. WAR. ZONE.
I didn’t know what I wanted to say when I started out writing this. I thought it might be about how people should eat what they want and just exercise if they’re worried about their weight. I thought I’d reiterate the age-old “love yourself as you are, embrace the real you, who cares about others” spiel. I thought I’d say that we all need to get our heads out of our asses and realize that we’re whole and perfect and beautiful and freaking amazing no matter what size or shape or weight we are. I thought I might even take a little stab at blaming social media for giving us body issues.
But in venting my frustration here, I realised the fault lies solely with us. We’re vain. We’re hypocrites. We’re liars.
We’re vain when we tag a picture #nofilter but we know we’ve used 5 different apps and snapped it from 10 different angles for the perfect slimming shot to post.
We’re hypocrites when we celebrate lingerie ads with plus-sized women but quietly look down to check our thighs aren’t the same size as theirs.
We’re liars when we tell people we ate a heavy lunch when we know our last meal was 2 days ago.
And the fact that we’re doing it to reach some magic number in our minds? That makes us idiots, too.
no images were found
Subscribe for Newsletter