Trigger warning: in this post there will also be mentions of eating disorders, bullying, body dysphoria, racism and sexism.
It will also be quite long. Sorry.
Body Positivity and the Implausible Task of Self Love
My Journey
As a nineteen year old girl, I have numerous issues with my body that I fight with on a daily basis, and I have done for many years. It has become almost a stereotype now, that young girls across the globe have body confidence issues, that progress into low self-esteem, eating disorders and poor mental health. Whilst the stereotype of pretty blonde girls with protruding ribs is not the most accurate image to represent this epidemic of low body confidence amongst teens, the very fact that there is that stereotype is not necessarily a bad thing. Before you all yell at me, let me explain what I mean. If there was not this very prominent image, we would not be as aware and as ‘forward thinking’ as we as a society are slowly becoming. Young people – and older people alike – would have to continue suffering in silence.
This image is wrong, and it fails to represent boys, men, women, people of colour and different sized people who also struggle with their bodies. It fails to show people who struggle with things that aren’t weight; their height, their face, their skin colour, their build, their assigned sex.
Using myself as an example, that stereotype is not one I fit. Yes, I have body related issues. But I am far from that image. Let’s discuss.
I am a five foot eight girl, with size eight feet, a BMI of approximately 36, and a chest size that means I can only buy in shops like Bravissimo. In short: I am above average in every physical conceivable way. Books did not show me people who looked like me. Neither did movies. Or TV shows. Or comics. I could not understand why, at age 9, having a reading age of 16+ was good, but wearing 15-16 clothes, was bad.
At school, I was told I was fat. I was told that the boys could see my bra. And they could, because it was probably some ridiculous colour or lacy – this being the only type of bras that Ann Summers sell; Ann Summers being the only place a 14-year-old with 34G boobs could shop. I was ridiculed for having the same size feet as my male peers. At one point, I dated a boy shorter than me (because when you’re five foot seven at age 12, all boys are shorter than you) and both him and I were laughed at for it. I began to relate to terms like ‘Queen Kong’ from Miranda.
Even after that, as I got older, body issues evolved and grew with me. My chest was always a sore spot for them, I have a distinct memory of being in year eight, and running through the playground with my friends, only to come back into the school building and be told by someone (who happened to be the boy of my dreams at the time) that I ‘should wear a sports bra’. I went home that day and I asked my mum for one. We got one. It did, well, nothing. And so I began to hold my breasts when I ran. Sounds ridiculous, right? Looks even more so. Even to this day, when I run, it’s an inside joke among friends that I do so in a stupid way. And that’s fine, because I do, and whilst the words that caused it no longer cause the ache in my heart that they used to, it has become a habit more than anything. A habit that reminds me that I’m not quite normal. Another memory that is etched into my mind is being told that my ‘ass ran up to my tits’, meaning I had no ass because I had larger boobs. This may not seem the biggest deal, but surrounded by Nicki Minaj and Jennifer Lopez, it seemed like I was being told I was not enough. I had half the package. A message which contrasts the later issues. In recent years, comments about my body have been plentiful, to say the least. Be it being told in a friendly way that I have excellent ‘blowjob eyes’, or told in explicit detail how an old friend of mine lusted over me, how he would – and could – force me to have intercourse with him, how, because I was wearing a tank top with a plaid shirt over it, I was asking for comments like that. Or be it people online not wanting to know the girl behind the boobs. Not to mention the casual groping and comments of passersby, club goers and creepy old guys on Instagram.
So to battle all of that, I have tried so many things. I have tried skipping breakfast, skipping lunch, only eating dinner, shake diets, calorie counting, minimiser bras, squats, high neck clothing, low neck clothing, hell, I got tattoos to make myself like my body just that little bit more – which I’ll talk more about later. And yet? I woke up this morning and poked at my stomach wishing it would go away. I looked in the mirror in my bra, and wished they were just that little bit smaller. On the bus, I looked at my feet, in my Doc Martens, and the first word I thought of was ‘clown’. All of this, is how I think you all see me. How I think everyone sees me. Regardless of if they say it.
Fat.
Too tall.
Ridiculous.
Slutty.
I know that’s not true, but it doesn’t change how I feel. It doesn’t change the fact that I get anxious meeting new people now. Or that I feel weird eating around certain people. Or that when, at university, I lost nearly two stone and was genuinely more proud of that than actually getting into a university. My issues have led to a kind of social anxiety which shows itself in so many ways, the most ridiculous being that I hold my breath around strangers for fear of breathing too loud. Because loud breathing means I’m fat. And I am. But that shouldn’t mean I am worth any less to anyone, best of all myself. In the same way somebody underweight, or under the average height, or someone who fits all the averages, should not think of themselves as any less amazing and incredible for being the way they are. We should not feel uncomfortable shopping, or looking in full length mirrors, or catching a glimpse of our own reflection.
The rest of this post was contributed to by approximately twenty people online. It will explore the ways in which body issues and body confidence affects women and men differently. It will explore dysphoria and how it can affect confidence and the ability to love oneself. Hopefully, it’ll also delve slightly into why this is even a conversation people need to have, what in society and in media has led to this all, and why it is absolute rubbish.
Now where my boys at?
One of the reasons the stereotype I mentioned earlier does not work is it pretends that boys do not have issues. This happens far too often, and for a moment I would like talk not just about body confidence and self-love – but about mental health and just general problems. Boys are people. Men are people. They cannot be expected to uphold this steel heart and brain, they cannot be expected to live the same lives everybody else does, and not be allowed to ever falter. Boys cry too. Boys get anxious too. Men cry. Hell, my father cried at every Disney film we ever watched. And that is okay. That is normal. I should not have to write this.
As an aside, any boys or men who are feeling overwhelmed by their emotions and feel there is nowhere to go, please check out the charity CALM. And anyone who wishes to donate to said charity, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Before writing this, I did my due diligence (and by that I mean research). What I found was that, just like I was, the boys (or men, but for the purpose of fitting the subtitle, I shall continue with the term boys) in my life felt pressure from a young age about their bodies. In different ways, and about different aspects, but nonetheless, they too had their fair share of body confidence fights.
The main pressures, it would appear, are media: both social and otherwise, sports, and other people. All giving different impressions of the ‘ideal man’. No doubt this can be very difficult for boys, as literally every person on this planet has a different interpretation of what the ideal man is.
Some guys I know are super into sports, for example, and watched them from a young age; this meant that, going into puberty, their idols, their vision of the ‘ideal man’, were peak athletes. So, when their 16-year-old bodies did not fit that, they began to feel self-conscious. The logical step of course, is then to ‘do something about it’ (something I was told whenever I complained about my size). However, one guy I spoke to mentioned the ‘below average’ feeling that comes with having a gut and being surrounded by muscle-bound men at the gym, and how he feels self conscious. Whilst we were talking, this man also spoke about his body weight fluctuating, and how it leads to him feeling guilty. Even though weight fluctuation is an entirely normal human trait. If you weigh yourself at the start and the end of the very same day, the likelihood is that you will have either lost, or more likely, gained a pound or so. He then explained that to try to combat all of these feelings of guilt and self-consciousness, he posts shirtless photos on social media as a form of motivation. I salute him for combatting these problems and endeavouring to love himself.
Similarly, I have friends who get told their issues are unimportant because they are underweight, and so their bodies are seen as ‘ideal’ or ‘the dream’, when actually, fighting to put weight on is just as hard as fighting to keep it off. Being slim also does not mean everything is easier, one guy said: ‘there’s a certain “look” you carry off when you’re a skinny guy. Either girls are into it or they are kind of repulsed by it’, and that he began to feel self-conscious when the other boys began to get muscles and he remained ‘skinny’. He also mentioned that other men seem more likely to threaten you when you’re ‘skinny’, and that it creates a whole ‘skinny dude v. meathead’ mentality. Boys on a whole get overlooked, but ‘skinny’ boys are a whole new level. They get told their issues are not valid, but also get told their bodies aren’t muscular enough. People tell them to ‘eat a burger’ and nobody bats an eyelid. But if you flippantly tell someone overweight to ‘go on a diet’, it is deemed outrageous or rude.
Another point that arose in my research was height, and boys feeling ‘too short’. People said they were conscious of their heights, and one guy spoke about how his height affects his dating life. A lot of people, both men and women, have a certain ‘type’, and in that type is an ideal height. Now obviously people are entitled to feel attraction towards whomever they want, but it does lead to people feeling insecure about the parts of themselves that don’t fit the majority’s checklists. Out of the people who mentioned their height as a sore point in their body confidence, somebody said that they managed to ‘get over’ this issue when they realised it was not something that they could change, and that they could control their own feelings. Including their feelings about themselves. This idea that we control our own emotions, and thus we should be able to control how we feel about ourselves is an intriguing one, and one that, for obvious reasons, would not work for everybody. However it is one that seemed to work for this particular person, who said they were now reasonably confident in their body. Something I wish we could all be. And something I’m glad that they are.
I mentioned earlier that social media was an external pressure several boys mentioned, and it is one that is the most ‘called out’ for causing body related mental health issues such as anorexia and bulimia. People post photos of themselves at the very best angles, in the very best lighting, and we soak those images up and pretend that those appearances – the tensed cores, the tanned biceps, the protein shake cleanses – are normal. We do the same with all media. Another form that was named and shamed in my research was advertisements for male grooming products; the first to come to mind being Old Spice. Whilst the advert for Old Spice is largely comical – or at least, if it is not intended to be, somebody in their marketing team made a misjudgment – it also features a very muscular man sat on the back of a horse, addressing the viewer and their partner. The tagline is ‘your man could smell like me’, but the hope is that women would associate the smell with the stereotypically attractive man and subsequently buy the spray. But I don’t need to explain to you how advertising work – sex sells, and we all know that. This advertisement, however harmless it may seem, propagates the same image as the sports and social media I mentioned. That there is an ideal man. And if you are not it, try harder. Other adverts are no better, with their man clad in suits, or the Calvin Klein adverts wherein the bulge in the crotch is scarily large (and I will return to penis size later in this post). They all cash in on this idea that men should be and look a certain way, in the hopes that people will buy their product to get there. It is a good technique, no doubt. And I’m sure it works for them. But it also causes men to have doubts about their own bodies, and that is something that needs to be discussed.
I mentioned that, when I was growing up, I was told things about my body by other people. Some of this, was through a fun technique called bullying. And luckily for you, bullies do not mind what gender you are! They’ll come at you regardless, how fun! This is proven by one boy I spoke to, who discussed how he was bullied for his weight growing up, and how it led to mental health issues and him feeling self-conscious around people during his teen years. Whilst he has conquered these struggles now, as have lots of the boys I spoke to, the topic can still occasionally be a sensitive one. Just because something was in the past, does not mean it doesn’t hurt anymore.
Just because some of the boys I spoke to have dealt with their issues, does not mean they never had them. It does not mean they won’t come back. It does not mean we shouldn’t talk about them. About boys bodies in general. About how they don’t need to be the ideal man. Because there isn’t an ideal man.
Boys, be your own ideal man.
All together now, ladies.
Ladies, we are at the forefront of this battle against our bodies. It is us who get plastered on eating disorder campaigns, and yet it is also us who are force-fed a steady diet of diet plans. Our social media timelines are covered in girls who ‘lost 5 stone and met the man of my dreams!!!’, or ‘did this one juice cleanse and it changed my life’, or just girls who know how to take a well shot photo, to cover the bits of themselves they feel badly about. We see all of this, and we absorb it. We absorb the notion that we aren’t good enough. And, for the rest our lives, we remind ourselves of that fact every day. Every photo – not good enough. Every reflection – not good enough.
It doesn’t help that other people chime in too. Other women, men, companies, everyone has something to say about a body that is not theirs. Whether it is sexualising you because you grew boobs – what a shocker. Or commenting that your hair is too short. You wear too much makeup. You’re ‘thicc’.
Speaking of, what is the difference between being ‘thicc’, fat, or a BBW (#tbt)? And why, if we are any one of those, are we seen not as just generally beautiful, but as more of a fetish? Why do you have to be ‘into thicc girls’? Why does the ‘thicc’ matter?
All of this stuff is what led to my issues. And possibly what contributed to some of the issues the girls I spoke to have. Between this, peers, and their own mentalities, it is no surprise that all the girls I spoke to had something to say on this topic. When I was having these conversations, I found myself relating to several aspects in each girls story. Some of the girls I spoke to said they first felt self-conscious as young as six or eight, when they realised they were taller, bigger than their peers. But it wasn’t necessarily that realisation which kickstarted their lack of body confidence. It was more the judgement that came from their peers when they began to notice it too.
One girl mentioned that they became self-conscious when they learnt about healthy living in school. Suddenly kids, including themselves, made the connection between unhealthy and ‘fat’. Then she began to notice it more and more, and realised that the message media was giving her was that in order to get a boyfriend, you had to be skinny. And of course, as a young girl, a boyfriend was the first step on the ladder to being cool, to being successful.
All of the girls I spoke to said they felt self-conscious before the age of thirteen. All of them became aware and anxious about their appearances before they were even teenagers. For some of them, it was because they had an hourglass figure, a gut, or large breasts, some were tall, some were chubby, or too short. To think these things, as young as six years old, has an impact on you for the rest of your life. Most of these girls still struggle today, be it with their weight, or just general appearance.
All of these women seemed united on the fact that the topic of body positivity is not a sensitive one, however several of them said their own personal self-love and self-confidence is not a topic they feel comfortable talking about, even with those in their lives they are closest to. I know that, personally, talking about my body is not something I relish in. Either somebody will misinterpret my hatred for my stomach as a disorder that needs to be worried about, or I will be told: ‘no no, you’re not fat. You’re beautiful’. As if I can’t be both. I hear it all the time, and no doubt these girls do too. Any issues you have, any issues you voice, you’re told they don’t exist, and that you’re beautiful. This just perpetuates the idea that those flaws you do see, that you do have, cannot be and are not beautiful. That you, therefore, cannot be, and are not, beautiful. But every single woman I spoke to for this project, I want you to know that you are beautiful, regardless of what you see. We all are. And we, as women, need to keep reminding ourselves and each other of this.
Our fear of talking about our own self-love allows this one-sided dialogue to continue, wherein people comment on our bodies and we absorb those comments and never show the damage they do, or stand up against them. This is no different from the boys who get silenced for whatever reasons, or people who are ignored because they’re part of the LGBT spectrum, which is our next topic.
Body positivity is currently an unbalanced conversation. The media either tells us we are wrong, or that we are beautiful. It tells us how we should be, or how we should fight for body positivity. But it does not listen. It does not hear the struggles we have, nor does it appreciate the difficulty of fighting for body positivity when many people cannot learn to love themselves.
Dysphoria – not to be confused with Dystopia
As a cis woman, dysphoria is not a topic I felt too comfortable writing about, but I knew it had to be featured in this post. So I contacted a few of my friends who had experienced the feeling, and asked them how dysphoria affected or affects them and their daily lives, because another concept the dialogue on body confidence tends to ignore are people who have dysphoric feelings about the body they were born into. Transgender people, or genderqueer people, or anyone who does not wholly identify as their assigned sex have issues related to self-love and body confidence that I cannot begin to imagine.
One of my friends mentioned that, whilst dysphoria is different for each person, he would describe there being two types: social and physical. Physical dysphoria being the consequences of being in the body of a sex that does not match the gender they are. For example, being ftm, he often fought with problems regarding wider hips, or a chest that was not flat enough. These are all issues that were eased slightly by him coming out, because it meant that he had support and the facilities to cover or hide these aspects of his body. Alternatively, he described social dysphoria as society’s ability to recognise him as a man. The example he used was going into a shop before being on hormones, and being called ‘Miss’. Or, before coming out, wanting short hair and the hairdressers endeavouring to feminise the hairstyle. Whilst these issues are less of an issue to him at this stage in his life, he said he was unsure if he would ever truly love his body, as it is not the body of a cis man, regardless of his transition. The fact that he may never be able to fully accept his body is awful, and he should be given all the support he needs to get as close to loving himself as he can. As should every person in situations like his. Support for those with issues as deep as gender dysphoria needs to be focused on.
On the other hand, a friend who I believe goes by ze/zir, who also spoke to me about dysphoria and just general discomfort with their body image. They mentioned the first time they felt uncomfortable in their body being at a young age in a skirt, being told they had curves, and should wear skirts more often to show the curves off. They said it was the first time in their life it was suggested that they should ‘utilise’ their bodies for other people’s pleasure. They then spoke about feeling dysphoric, and how it used to affect them. That they would wear layers even in the peak of summer, and would wear predominantly looser garments. But that they realised that their dysphoria was largely based in their environment; they were given a lot of expectations about how they should look, the way their body should be and how they should show it, and it pushed them further into dysphoria. They haven’t gone swimming in years despite it being something they thoroughly enjoy, as they know the way the clothes will sit against their skin will make them uncomfortable.
Just like my other friend, when they were able to get support and ‘medical backup’, as well as the freedom to find their own style, the dysphoria lessened. As a genderqueer person, they now feel dysphoria on the other side of the spectrum – the hair their body grows can sometimes make them uncomfortable, even though it was what they had wished for when they were younger. However, luckily, they now feel comfortable enough to wear tight jeans to show off their thighs and curves because ‘the discomfort that was there is displaced by the rest of [their] silhouette’. And, whilst they still feel pressure from media and advertising, they are, on a whole, more comfortable now, in their twenties. Even regarding just general body confidence. We spoke about body confidence in their life now, and how they feel they have to test their outfits to make sure they are comfortable in them, or to make sure that they are comfortable in just the bottom layer if it gets hot – as it is beginning to do. Whilst these may seem like small details of a day-to-day life, it is still a struggle for them. In terms of speaking about all of this, they said they were more than happy to share, in the hopes that it can make other people feel less alone. Their general improvement and confidence with their body now, they put down to a support network in the form of their spouse. A good support system is a necessity for people struggling with any issues as deep as dysphoria, and I am glad that they have found theirs.
Support the people in your life. Not only the people who need it like my friends mentioned here. But all of them. The women, the men, the children, and everyone in between. The first step towards all of us loving ourselves that little bit more, is loving each other.
Diversity and representation
Diversity and representation are both key topics in the media at the moment. People of all backgrounds, races, religions, sexualities and sizes want representation. And rightly so. How can we be expected to love ourselves if Hollywood doesn’t? If all we ever see is one type of girl and one type of boy marrying on-screen, how can we be expected to be happy with ourselves if we don’t fit that? If all we ever see are white men as scientists, how can we expect young girls to want to delve into science like Katie Bouman?
Not to talk about myself again, but, I’m going to talk about myself again. I wear a 36HH size bra, size 16 trousers and a size 18 top (in UK sizes). I have seen someone with similar sizes to me on TV once or twice. And that was Rachel Bloom in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, and Miranda Hart in Miranda. Aside from those two wonderful ladies, it would appear that double H cups don’t exist in Hollywood. I’m not saying that I want every actress to have double H size boobs, because that wouldn’t be accurate either. In the same way plus sized people don’t want every actor and actress to be plus sized. And anyone who isn’t white doesn’t want everyone to be Asian or Latinx.
But, in a world where we are multicultural, we are all different sizes, shapes, colours, heights, genders, etc. It would make sense that our media reflects that. Some attempts are made, don’t get me wrong, and I will discuss those in just a moment. Not all of them are good, however, and bad representation is just as pointless as no representation – if not worse.
Good representation of diverse bodies
So, in order to be good representation, it has to be accurate. It cannot have one token character of whatever body type/race for the sake of ticking a diversity box, and it cannot only have the diverse character solely for comedic relief.
In terms of representation for women of different sizes, shapes and colours, we have: (not an exhaustive list, but a list that took a while to come up with)
- Orange is The New Black: a show featuring women of several races, body types and styles. It openly shows every woman as who she is, and is not afraid of nudity in doing so. This show also features Laverne Cox, who, really, deserves her own bullet point in terms of representing trans women.
- Rachel Bloom and Crazy Ex Girlfriend: whilst the protagonist of the show is more my body type, the shows diversity does not stop there. The best friend, Paula (played by Donna Lynne Champlin) is a mother, and is shown as exactly that. Then there are characters such as Valencia and Heather, played by Gabrielle Luiz and Vella Lovell respectively. These two lovely ladies fit the more societal norm in terms of body types, but Vella is of African descent and what may be considered as tall for a woman. Similarly, Gabrielle is of Latinx descent. The show clearly does not fear diversity in its stars, and it is one of the reasons it did so well. It allowed people to identify and see themselves on-screen.
- One Day at a Time: a show following a Latinx family, which directly adresses the racial issues in society and how the daughter, Elena ‘passes’ for white.
- Actresses such as Mindy Kaling and Rebel Wilson, who do not fit the stereotype of Hollywood beauty, proving that the stereotype is complete rubbish.
- Isn’t It Romantic?: a film out this year on Netflix, which shows Rebel Wilson playing a girl who, because of her body, does not believe men will be interested in her. When suddenly she wakes up in a romantic comedy, and finds all the attention on her, she goes through a spiritual awakening.
- Captain Marvel, a badass woman who was a pilot when she was not allowed to be, and who is not sexualised by her film at all.
Now, all of these examples have girls who are short, or tall, chubby, or not white. If I were to add in examples that represent women who are the global averages or media’s favourite body types (sizes 8-12, 5’2 – 5’4, and white), the list would be much longer. Whilst these women deserve representation just as much as everybody else, they, generally, get it more than the types of women in my examples. Similarly, with men who are shown more often in media, their representation is more common, and for the purposes of this post will be left unlisted. This is not to say that their representation isn’t important, everyone’s is.
Of course, men need their fair share of good representation too, and here’s the list of good examples for that purpose:
- Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse: a film based around a young Latinx boy, Miles Morales. Also features a muscle-bound stereotypical hero, and various other characters who do not fit the usual superhero style.
- Black Panther: a film about a black king who happens to also be a superhero? The best.
- Comedians like Kevin Hart, who not only are not white, but also below the average height
- Actors like Robert Downey Jr., for similar reasons to Kevin Hart
- Celebrities such as Zak Galifinakas and Seth Rogan
- Isn’t It Romantic?: rather than the usual trope of the tall, muscular playboy getting the girl, instead it is the best friend, who looks like – well, every normal guy.
Bad representation
Bad representation is, well, the opposite of what I described good representation as. It’s seen with characters like Fat Amy in Pitch Perfect, who are there for comedic effect. Or in the hiring of cis actors for trans roles, or in the perpetual whitewashing of every story ever in Hollywood. I’m looking at you, Scarlett Johansson. But even phrases like ‘plus size models’ count as bad representation. If you’re going to label anyone above a size 12 as plus size, we’re going to have an issue, because that’s the average female size in the West.
I’m not going to write reams and reams on why bad representation needs to stop, or where you can find it, because more often than not, the answer is anywhere. Even in my favourite films, it’s there. Hitch? Muscular tall guy gets pretty and slim girl, chubby sidekick needs help finding love. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? The only girl in the film is Megan Fox. Don’t get me wrong, she’s gorgeous, but she fits the Hollywood Stereotype. And also, is highly sexualised by Michelangelo throughout the film. But anyway, my point is clear.
Stop misrepresenting people. Now. Please?
We’re going through changes
Another fight I want to have with the media, is their constant need to change their ideals. One month, skinny white girls with a thigh gap are in fashion. Next? Thicc girls with an hourglass figure but perfectly toned stomachs? What next? And it is not just girls. Boys bodies are treated like fashion trends too. Skinny boys, then e-boys (what even is an e-boy?), then ‘dad-bods’. It’s all too much. We’re people. Not items of clothing, not fashion trends.
Sex sells
I told you I’d come back to the sexy stuff.
This is the last thing I want to discuss, I promise. Well, ish.
So sexualisation exists and that’s probably not going anywhere. Despite our best efforts and our fights against rape culture, all we can do is make sure that sexualisation is less damaging that in has been in the past.
As I spoke about earlier, I was sexualised from the second I grew breasts. As were many of the girls I spoke to. Alternatively, some of them were told their worth was limited because they had yet to grow breasts. I distinctly remember growing up and the boys talking about girls with ‘double Ds’ and ‘dat ass’. Whilst finding other people attractive is entirely normal, sexualised bodies being everywhere we look, is not. For example, in advertisements for women’s razors, why are their legs already hairless? In men’s underwear adverts, why are they all muscular and tanned? Can skinny white boys not wear Calvin Kleins? If not, Calvin Klein, you’ve got some issues, because I sure as hell know plenty of skinny white guys wearing your brand. In America, it is always on social media that girls have been sent home for ‘violating dress code’ because a bra strap is out. If you find a 13-year-old girl’s bra strap sexy, you are the problem.
And all of this may seem like it has nothing to do with self-love. But between the casual sexualisation of our bodies from a young age, and medias portrayal of the ideal person, as well as the bodies shown in pornography, sexualisation and self love are undoubtedly linked.
Just an aside, or ad lib, or whatever you want to call it: there was at one point a post online that compared two magazines with Hugh Jackman on the front. A magazine aimed at men had him with his muscles tensed, looking angry. This is their idea of the ideal man. The one aimed at women had him in a nice knit sweater looking cosy and happy. Their idea of the ideal man. We hyper-sexualise people even when it does not actually reflect the wants and needs of the public.
In a poll I did on my instagram, 72% of people said the body types shown in pornography made them self-conscious. And if we take into consideration that when I asked people, many people started watching pornography to some extent from the ages of 13, we are feeding their self hate. Pornography, sexualised adverts (hello Old Spice) and media all compile their images and seem to show us an ideal person that is impossible to be. Not only that, but they tell us that is what is normal, when in reality, it is far from. For example, in porn, most of the women finish first, loudly, and from penetration. That is not necessarily the case at all. Similarly, the men all have giant penises that get hard straight away and none of them struggle in reaching climax or pleasing their girl. Again, lies.
All of it is lies.
And lies are where most of our body issues come from. Lies to ourselves. Lies from the media. Lies from other people.
If we all started being honest, and loving each other, the world would be slightly less self-conscious. Or at least, I’d like to think so.
In the spirit of honesty…
I found some fun statistics online, about America, as their stats are similar to Britain’s, and also there’s a bigger sample size. They reflect the true averages of body shapes, sizes, and colours.
Average male height: 5’10
Average male shoe size: 10.5 (10 in UK sizes)
Average female height: 5’4
Average female shoe size: 8.5 (6 in UK)
Global percentages:
- Obese men: 10.8% (measured by a BMI of 30+)
- Underweight men: 8.8% (measured by a BMI of less than 18.5)
- Obese women: 14.9% (measured by a BMI of 30+)
- Underweight women: 9.7% (measured by a BMI of less than 18.5)
Now, my first point about these stats is: BMI is bullshit. It’s complete crap and I was told this by every science teacher that every taught us healthy living. My second point, is BMI doesn’t seem to take into consideration that women, generally, have breasts. Said breasts, weigh things. Said weights, cannot be helped. So why is our obesity marker the same as a mans?
My final point
My final point about, well, all of this, is we as a society, hate ourselves. We’re told not to, by people with publishing deals that also hate themselves. Even when we find methods to hate ourselves less, or have confidence, they’re not bulletproof. Everyone has bad days. However, we can help each other. Through support, and honesty, and opening the dialogue surrounding body, gender and race.
This year, I set myself the Implausible Task of Self Love. I originally thought that meant losing more weight. Then I realised that maybe it does mean losing a little, or toning certain bits of myself up. But in general, it involves getting to know my mind as much as I know my body, the flaws, the imperfections. And being honest with myself, and other people about things like confidence. It means accepting that just because I don’t fit the Hollywood Stereotype, doesn’t mean anything. I still deserve to be successful, to be happy, and to love myself.
Just like all of you do, too.
Thank you for reading, sorry it was so long. And if you have any issues with anything I wrote re: representation or poor examples or wording, email me at writininbrighton@gmail.com and we’ll discuss! I’m always down to learn more, and if I have worded something poorly, I apologise profusely.
And finally, thank you to everyone who spoke to me for this article.