Rantings about body image
Well I'm back and have been trying to trawl throught everyone's friend entries, and hippiechickuk and an answer in a survey by queenriley has sparked me off and got me thinking about body image, namely what the hell do we torture ourselves and rank ourselves based on the way we look. Where do we get our hang ups from, and why do we let it affect ourselves so badly? Having seen photos of hippie I know that she is gorgeous (this really isn't a lie... she is), but she still feels bad about herself. My own perception of myself creates problems in my relationships where there are times when I feel that I'm too ugly to be seen. I'm not going to turn this into a "rights for me as a fat women" speech, from what I read of those rants they often turn into a snidey bitch at anyone who dares to have less cellulite than the writer. Besides, it seems to affect everyone. I have yet to meet anyone, men included, who says that they are truly happy with their body.
Unfortunatly I think this whole problem is an unfortunate part of our human psychology. We associate beauty with health and prosperity. I was going to start blaming the media and airbrushing, but it occured to me that airbrushing wouldn't be necessary if the human race didn't have the fixation with beauty. Cosmopolitan is not going to let a girl go on its covers with a tache, pot belly and saggy breasts just to try to prove a point as its sales would probably plumit.
I have no idea where I'm going with this anymore,my thoughts on this are as confused as that on iraq (and I won't inflict anyone with them at the moment). At the moment my solution is to hope my body will go away, or believe my male friends when they pat me consolingly on the back and say personality is what ultimatately counts. Which, now that I think about it, is just another thing to worry about :)
These disjointed ramblings were brought to you by the letters: A R G and H, and the author would like to ask for your forgiveness in the hope that she'll be more lucid/interesting next time.
Unfortunatly I think this whole problem is an unfortunate part of our human psychology. We associate beauty with health and prosperity. I was going to start blaming the media and airbrushing, but it occured to me that airbrushing wouldn't be necessary if the human race didn't have the fixation with beauty. Cosmopolitan is not going to let a girl go on its covers with a tache, pot belly and saggy breasts just to try to prove a point as its sales would probably plumit.
I have no idea where I'm going with this anymore,my thoughts on this are as confused as that on iraq (and I won't inflict anyone with them at the moment). At the moment my solution is to hope my body will go away, or believe my male friends when they pat me consolingly on the back and say personality is what ultimatately counts. Which, now that I think about it, is just another thing to worry about :)
These disjointed ramblings were brought to you by the letters: A R G and H, and the author would like to ask for your forgiveness in the hope that she'll be more lucid/interesting next time.