Also, I don't pretend that I have the cause to discuss important stuff. I feel bad when I share my bumbling stupidity with innocent victims.
But here I do anyway.
I am a teenager, and I have never been told I'm fat and I myself don't think I'm overweight (I know you don't know how I look, and I know I'm usually talking/thinking about eating or actually eating, but trust me) I don't always feel skinny.
When did it come to a world that prizes being skinny over everything else? And why is it damn near impossible for me feel okay about how I look without having matchstick legs and a waist like Scarlett O'Hara?
This has been said a thousand times over, that girls need to stop worrying about their appearance and that it's what on the inside that counts, but nobody seems to think that way. Almost every female role model that the mainstream media presents us with has some kind of emphasis on her body.
It's like it doesn't matter if you have talent that stretches to the moon, if you don't have the package to sell it, there's a problem. As if you can't be a singer because you're "fat" (or, you can, but be prepared to have a whole lot of criticism slung your way). Because singing obviously has nothing to do with your career, right? It's all about how good you look in a miniskirt.
It's just so annoying. SO annoying. Pretty people don't have to look like they stepped out of a matchbox and glued a human face on, but it seems like that is only way anyone will ever look at you twice.
If it is what's on the inside that matters, then why don't people act like it? It's nice to be fit, but pushing yourself to danger in order to look skinny is even something that is all to considerable.
But I'm tired of hating myself for eating a cookie, and I'm tired of feeling awful when I skip eating, and I'm tired of setting goals that I can't reasonably reach. There are ways of becoming slim--healthy ways--but putting so much pressure on girls to spend their entire lives fifteen pounds underweight almost clouds those ways, because some ways are faster and easier. It's annoying that I think like this. And most of it is my fault, for letting myself think that it's important. That my weight is the only thing standing between me and feeling normal. We all know I will probably never be normal.
(So, for the TL;DR crowd:) Yeah, weight matters. But it should, never, never become all consuming, and it should never, never get dangerous. And the way society's priorities are set up now, it's easy to forget.
I hope this made sense. I don't usually write stuff like this.
Quote for Wednesday, July 6, 2011:
"Her voice is full of money," he said suddenly.
That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money — that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it ... high in a white palace the king’s daughter, the golden girl.
Muse for Today:
frezned never fails to entertain me/guide my life choices/make me wish I was Australian.
I so agree, yesterday I judged myself for the whole day for eating a piece of cake, but you can either deny the fact that everyone judges you or try to look good. Society forces us to feel bad about ourselves. I'm overweight, so I get you, but I don't think there's anything you can do about it.
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