One of my dear friends made a comment today that shocked and embarrassed me. She brought up a woman she took photos of (she is a photographer) and said in a disgusted voice, “She is a size 12! I had to photo shop out her disgusting jelly rolls.”
When I objected I was met with resistance.
“What’s wrong with a size 12? Isn’t that an average size for the American woman in the 21st century? I have some “disgusting” jelly rolls. I think women that take up space are fucking sexy.”
And three women at the table precede to laugh as if I am joking. I assure them that I am not. My friend says,
“You have to know her to understand. She just doesn’t take care of herself! She isn’t healthy.”
(The said person in the photos also had a baby five months ago, I’m sure she has other things to worry about besides eating salad for every meal)
She then shows me a picture which I refuse to look at. The others pass it around and make faces. It hurt me that she hired my friend and posed in those pictures to feel beautiful and was made a circus side-show to strangers by the photographer she trusted.
“I don’t think her health or body should be discussed by a table of people like us who know nothing about her.”
All of this was after my dear friend told me a story of being body-shamed by a woman at a grocery store for having too many tattoos. The woman said that my friend would be “prettier” if she didn’t have so many tattoos, as if her body was made specifically for a passerby’s eye and to be “pretty”. My friend said she was mortified and didn’t know what to say. My friend was being a big.stinking.hypocrite. and didn’t even realize it.
I don’t want to write about how upset this all made me, (because it is obvious I am a bit strung out over this whole ordeal) just that this ideal standard of beauty has to stop consuming all of our minds. Womym shaming one another for being smaller, larger, or the same as everyone else is just holding all of us back from truly loving ourselves and each other. This female beauty standard is a fucking tool created by advertising, the media, and all other major sources of outreach to the masses. How are we supposed to fight back against all kinds of human cruelty when we, ourselves, are the major beacon of just that in our own lives (and our closest friends)?
Rubenesque women are beautiful, full-figured, and capable of moving, functioning, and fucking just like all bodies. Beauty is subjective.
I don’t know how to approach this with my friend. She commonly makes statements regarding race like, “Was she/he black?” or slut shames, “This girl was such a slut!” and often I ignore the comments or ask her why that information is so crucial to share. I read this mostivational zine that inspired the hell out of me and I am considering giving it to my dear friend in hopes it will challenge her belief system.
The Femme Sharks rule my world.
“1.) BE NICE TO OTHER GIRLS. Don’t be a bitch unless it’s to fight Oppression and Bullshit.”
“5.) EAT A GODDAMN MEAL, AND ENJOY IT. Do not be anorexic or go around moaning that you gained all this weight so you’re a size 4 now, love being thick. Love having a body, figure out how to do it. WORK ON NOT HATING YOUR BODY.”
(Source: theloveyourselfchallenge)