Living each day much muchier
I went swimsuit shopping. It’s not a task I particularly enjoy. I’d like to say I’m comfortable with my appearance and compared to a lot of women, that’s probably true.
I also read this article today and had very mixed feelings about it.
Thinspo didn’t exist as a word when I was a teenager, but of course I tortured myself with diets like everyone else. I had a big list of things I hated about my body.
Even now, when I’m absurdly content with my life and firmly believe that blue cheese DOES taste better than thin feels… there’s something about that change room. I struggled.
Why am I telling you this?
The experts point to mass and social media as the problem. I’m not convinced.
Yes, photoshopping indicates a cultural sickness. We’ve lost touch with reality and taken on fictional standards. We hurt ourselves.
Size 12-18 models more accurately reflect society, but the problem isn’t media. It’s simply that people torture themselves.
There’s something dark in us that can’t help it. We gloss over other people’s flaws as minor and unimportant. We magnify our own. That’s the sickness. That’s what needs to change.
Beauty should be something to play with, to appreciate and laugh about. To fix this cultural obsession, one at a time, we need to forget ourselves and have fun.
Forget who’s watching (chances are, no-one). Turn that lens off yourself and pay attention to what’s beautiful around you.
I’ll never have a bikini bridge and I don’t need one. You know why?
I’m going to dive under and float over the ocean waves. I’ll squish wet sand between my toes. I’ll chase seagulls. I’ll crash onto my towel and doze as the warm sun evaporates and crystalises salt on my skin.
What else could possibly matter?