A feminist outpost in the desert.
Today is Love Your Body Day, an event designed to remind us about the power of negative energy and imagery that is all around us. There are a lot of ways that this comes to pass, from sexist marketing campaigns (like the ones I write about in the Tired Marketing FAIL series) to self-esteem crushing Fat Talk to rigidly set gender norms that confine people in ways that feel uncomfortable for them. There are so many ways that the messages that pervade our society serve to denigrate women and set up a false idol of an impossible beauty standard.
If you need some examples of what I’m talking about, try this clip from Killing Us Softly:
I don’t know about you, but I’m sick of this shit! I’m sick of the way ad execs want to create mythical ideals and then sell me “solutions” to my “problems” that don’t exist. I’m sick of the nagging suspicion that I’m somehow less-than because my body doesn’t fit a certain mold after going through pregnancy — that my breasts which fed my daughter sag a little too much or that the slackness of my skin where it stretched to make space for a growing womb somehow means I can no longer lay claim to being sexy (in the eyes of the media). I’m sick of having to remind society that you can’t own beauty. And you definitely can’t own my body, whether you appreciate it or not.
Today is about taking the power back.
And so today, on Love Your Body Day, I want to celebrate beauty. I want to celebrate strength. I want to celebrate love, which is what it’s really all about.
In her book Bossypants, Tina Fey has a chapter called All Girls Must Be Everything in which she lays out exactly how fucked up the unrealistic beauty standard is in ways far more witty than I will ever be. Lest I waste my night transcribing the entire chapter into this post, let me share this piece, which comes after a list of the many physical features she has that may be considered undesirable by societal standards:
If I ever go back to that beach in Wildwood, I want my daughter to be able to find me in a crowd by spotting my soda-case hips. I want her to be able to pick me out of a sea of highlighted-blond women with fake tans because I’m the one with the thick ponytail and the greenish undertones in my skin.
Inspired by Fey, I want to write a list of things I like about my body because I want my daughter to know me in the crowded Vegas landscape. And if nothing else, this can serve as a reminder to myself that my most important beauty standard now is to set the tone for my daughter as she learns how to love herself. These are some of my better assets:
So, what would be on your own list? What do you love about your body? What better time than today to declare that you love your body, warts and all?