Guest Post! “This body is mine to love, not yours to criticize.”
Today I have for you a really great guest post provided by J of Imagine Today, a blog which discusses feminism and politics as well as body acceptance. She’s written about society’s perceived ownership of women’s bodies, and how we pretty much need to tell the world to fuck off so we can be happy with ourselves. 
If you liked this post, I encourage you to visit Imagine Today, as there’s more where this came from!
At the core of the ingrained insecurity that so many women feel in regards to their bodies, lies the idea of ownership.
From a young age women are taught that our bodies are not really our own. We’re told this by legitimate news sources, when they feel that it is acceptable to print pictures of a young woman’s vulva for ratings, or devote broadcast hours to the plague of “cankles.“
We’re screamed this message by anti-choice activists and the lawmakers that help them to push forward restriction after restriction all set to remind women that our bodies belong to them once a fetus enters the picture (or even before, when you consider those who fight to hard to restrict the pill.)
We see this when strangers, family, and friends turn a blind eye and rapists are allowed to invade our bodies, without consequence, as the crowd of public opinion quickly jumps in to decipher just what we did to deserve this invasion.
We’re sold this message by companies that push and push to sell us diet pills, spanx, diet plans, diet books, clothing, makeup, lotions… anything, really, to cut us down to size and paint away our uniqueness.
We’re reminded by magazines that tell women who are small to eat a sandwich preferably, I gather, one stolen from a woman deemed too big. Magazines that say eat this, not that and wear this, not that and do this, not that; never content until we’re all eating, wearing, and doing what they’re getting paid to tell us to do.
We’re reminded in whispers by friendly voices sharing secrets. Would you look at her? Who told her that skirt was flattering? Poor girl… she’d be pretty if she just lost/gained a few pounds. We may whisper back but all the while we’re wondering: what do they whisper about me?
We’re reminded even when we’re using our bodies to care for another – as person after person harasses us for breastfeeding in public.
Every day each one of us takes this all in, and yet, we don’t even seem to notice. We wonder why are women do damn obsessed with their bodies? Are they just shallow? Is it genetic? Have they evolved to care more about their bodies? Why doesn’t this happen to men nearly as much? The answer to all of these would be so obvious if we could just take a moment to open our ears and listen to the ever-growing chorus of voices joining together to lay claim and control over other women’s bodies.
Don’t get me wrong: plenty of men have body image issues… but, it’s different. These men are the minority, it’s seen as weird when it happens to them, as a problem that needs fixing rather than simply the way things are. Men are encouraged to own their bodies and care for them, strengthen them, use them to fix and protect and live. They’re not expected to shave and pluck and diet and primp and paint, to cover and reveal just enough to please the endless sea of ever watching eyes. They just have to be and do. They are granted ownership of their bodies and when they lose that ownership it is a problem that no one quite knows how to fix just yet.
Women, on the other hand, have their ownership stripped away earlier and earlier in this modern society and if they try to take it back? That’s when we have a “problem.”
That’s when we’re called names, when we’re raped or assaulted, when we’re sneered at and avoided. When we stop dieting and we’re looked at like alien creatures, shamed back into counting calories as quickly as possible… unless, of course, we’re naturally small. Then we are envied, tortured in whispers and jealous glares. Or worse, made invisible, ignored because our bodies don’t seem to fit the mold.
No. fucking. more.
Its time we learn about nutrition – not to lose weight, but to feed our bodies what they need to grow strong. It’s time we learn the rights that come with our bodies – and fight for a uterus free to decide what will dwell within it. It’s time we own the pleasure that comes with sex, and make our own decisions about when, where, and who we will share that pleasure. It’s time we put an end to “figure flattering” fashion and wear whatever the fuck we want. Time we paint our faces in a rainbow of colors, or none at all… depending only on how we feel any particular day. Time we stop judging other bodies, and start loving the unique magic each figure contains. Time we tell the magazines, the TV pundits, politicians, protesters, neighbors, friends, parents… everyone that this body is mine to love, not yours to criticize. Then, we will be free.
I’ve written a guest post
over at Fierce, Freethinking Fatties regarding the common ground between skinny and fat women and the greater goal of the body acceptance movement.
Hey, I discovered a cool blog.
The name isn’t the only thing that makes me smile about this blog. Their inclusiveness of all body types also makes me smile. Unlike some fat acceptance blogs which like to put down or exclude skinny women from the greater goal of body acceptance, Fierce, Freethinking Fatties welcomes everyone! I encourage all my readers, whether skinny or fat or in between, to check them out.
I have also decided that I will call myself Luxe, because I need a name to refer to myself to and I don’t want to use my real name. So by all means refer to me as Luxe, of Fuck Yeah Skinny Chicks.
Alright, that’s all for now. Go pay the cool people at FFF a visit.
Love,
Luxe
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