you're plastic. cold, shiny, hard plastic.

Sooo I'm back from governor's school with only a few things to say. Friday was our formal dance, and the whole night was like... mean girls come to life.

Nobody did any backstabbing or whatever, but the body image thing? It's ridiculous. Seriously who out there doesn' hate something about their body? What was the line... Regina was like, "I wanna lose three pounds." Then she looked around like "omg guys you're supposed to tell me i'm not, duh" and everyone instantly said, "ohmigod Regina, you're so skinny," or "no you so don't." Or whatever.

So my friends and I were getting ready for the formal on Friday night, and everyone always was commenting about how fat she is, or how awful her hair looked, or how her face looked gross or she had pimples,no boobs, or how fat her butt was, or how fat her thighs were, or how stupid her makeup looked, or whatever.  It was disgusting, looking back on it. We wanted to make everyone else feel prettier than us while fishing for compliments at the same time. It was like we needed approval or jealous compliments from the other girls. It was sick, and reminded me of my anorexia phase.

We're just like plastics... we want to be just like what we see in magazines. No one wants to be "plus size" and feels bad wearing anything over 9.

We all want to be skinny and look more like this.
Well, America, what's wrong with the people at the top? They aren't ugly women. But they're "fat??" Check this out.  Boobs pushed up, belly flattened and smoothed, face lighting perfected, hips narrowed, arms and thighs shaped, teeth perfectly whitened, etc.

 I mean how can we compare ourselves to magazines and movies when we can't even tell if it's real or not? I went to an elective called Reviving Ophelia, and this is a weird statistic I'm about to share - since how do you get numbers out of this? - but 8% of the information you are fed by media or whatever is received consciously, the rest is all subconscious.  And there was some other one like... within 3 minutes of reading a fashion or beauty magazine, something like 75% of women feel guilty, ashamed, or embarrassed.

I know I'm being a bit of a hypocrite saying that we, as in America and the whole world, needs to change, because all I do is complain about my own "fatness" and "ugliness" but still. Let's not be "cold, shiny, hard plastics. "

Rant over.

1 comment:

Madeline said...

I have tonnnns to say about skinniness and fattness and blah-de-blah. I'll try to sum it up here, though. If I weren't a dancer, I think I'd be happy with my body. But I will forever resent this beast I've been blessed with for these reasons:
1) Dance is something I love. Because of my size, I will NEVER, I repeat NEVER, be able to do it profesionally.
2) I almost always wear the largest costume size in dance catalogs, and in my heavier days have had to modify the largest size because it was STILL to small.
3) Because I'm a dancer, I am contantly surrounded by skinny folk. Skinny is my norm.

Okay. My rant's over too. :P I wish I could love my body the way it is, but I just can't. I really regret I'm polluting the world with my poor self esteem.


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