defenderdarksun's Journal

 How about this one? The judges on the show told her she was fat, other competitors got mad at her for because she wanted to show that bigger women could be beautiful too. They show a picture of the ‘full-figured’ woman and a woman who was labeled as ‘sensational’. The size 12 woman looks great, healthy, and active, she looks good. The ‘sensational woman looks like one of those cows during a famine. You can see her jutting hip bones and ribs, she looks sick. I’ve seen terminally ill people look better.  

What pisses me off is they keep saying that size 12 is ‘plus-sized’. That’s bullshit! All of this ‘health’ craze shit that they have been drilling into our brains for decades is killing us. They are making us depressed, self-injury. Not just cutting, but binge eating, starving ourselves, implants, face lifts, diet pills, bad diets, and the list goes on. All of these things are ways of mutilating ourselves so that we can look like those air-brushed skeletons. What is so sexy about taunt skin pulled against bared bones with a spray on tan?

Every day of our lives we are bombarded with images that tell us we are not good enough, that we are fat, ugly, stupid, under-skilled, lazy and so on. Then they hit with ways to fix these problems or find ways to hide them, avoid them. Surgery, pills, fad diets, slimming underwear, gym subscriptions, groups, clubs and meetings. Or they tell us that eating over sized foods or “all-natural” foods will make all the pain going. All the unhappy thoughts, all the fat, all the ugliness, will vanish.

But until then those of us who don’t fill size zero pants, we are ‘plus-sized’. Those of us without manicured breasts are lopsided. Those of us without nips and tucks are not perfect. What a load of crap. When did we as a society decide that starving, plastic faced, over breasted and bitchy women were the most beautiful creatures on earth? And it’s not just a woman thing, though they are more openly attacked then men, but they get it too. Telling them that they should look like marble and bronze.

That they can’t perform sexually without pills. That they don’t satisfy women without special creams and oils. That they should only accept women who are skeleton and super models. That if they drink, everything will be good. Everything about our world tells us that we are not good enough. That we will never be good enough, but we can be close if we do what they tell us. We are torn as a whole at what to do about this. Some people spend every dime looking for ways to be thin.

Others wallow in the depression and find ways to bury the pain. Starvation, purging, drugs, work outs and card board food, over eating, cutting, drinking to excess, all the crutches that we are told will work. Why? Just to fit in? To not be alone? To be part of the group? Because group is society? We are society, we are the majority, we are the real people. Why the hell should some fake skeleton tell me whether I am beautiful or not. I am comfortable at my size 10/12. I am not thin, I don’t have big boobs, I don’t have perfect skin or hair or teeth.

But you know what, I like the way I look. I like who I am. I like to eat food that tastes good. I won’t eat cardboard crap that is no better for you than real food. I won’t work out until my body weeps in pain, I won’t throw up my food, take diet pills, get surgery or force myself to fit into a size zero pants. We are not ‘plus-sized’ damn-it,

 we are real.