Society and it’s every changing ideals. Thin. Fat. Chubby. Fit. Muscles. Tan, no tan. On and on it goes. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be on the right side of history. My entire adult {and teenage} life the focus was on slim models, waifs and being a total glamazon. I contemplated what it would have meant to be born two hundred years ago, or longer. Would I have fit right in? Or would my blue eyes and fair colouring have been a bit blah. Perhaps I was never destined to fulfil the ideal…
And then I realise, no one fulfils the ideal. Even the women held up as the ideal are tweaked and tweezed and primped and preened and photoshopped into shape. Their age and experience removed. Their uniqueness airbrushed. Even they aren’t worthy of the ideal in their ‘human’ form. If you really take a moment to think about that, it breaks it down a little. Makes it less impactful in a way.
If there’s one thing I’m learning about fashion and fads and ideal bodies it is that there is no such thing as perfect. They are all ideas. Creations by someone or something {media, society, whatever} and they only have power over me if I let them. As a woman I can choose my fate in a way my teenage self didn’t have to power to. I can choose to conform {or attempt to} or I can resist and rebel. Or maybe, just maybe the best response is to just be me in the best possible version and leave it at that.
So I have one thing to say to that big ideal maker in the sky;
Don’t point your ideal at me! I’m not interested. Not now. Not ever again.
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agreed x 1000000.
There is no one out there “perfect” because our best parts are our imperections. Our scars that we carry and that shape us to be who we are. If you ask people around you what they like about the way you look they will all say different things, and those things will probably be something you don’t expect.
I think it’s more of a battle with ourselves, and that is tough because what we see reflected is more so internal things. Things other people may not know about us.
Thanks Miss Pink! A battle with ourselves is exactly what it is. A battle with how we see ourselves and whether it measures up to how e expect to see ourselves!
I was talking with hub about this very thing tonight! Why I feel a need to “dislike” my appearance” when I encourage everyone else to self-accept. Time to become as nice to me, in the meaningful ways I am to others. Thanks both Miss Pink & Mel xxxx
Absolutely Denyse! Absolutely.
The absolute best response is to just be you. Because you are fabulous xxx
Agreed! And thank you. 😀
You tell them Melissa. I think you rock and I love how confident you are with yourself. N x
I will. Thanks Naomi. Like I said, almost up myself. 😉 Haha.