You are fantastic! Your comments made me cheer. Particularly this: When the fuck did it become normal for women to detest themselves for these wretched, bullshit reasons? Who told us that an extra stone or five was so ugly, and why did we believe them? Who said that blemishes and scars and stretch marks and the remnants of inescapable, biological processes that are etched in our skin make us so undesirable, and why did we put so much stock into their opinions? Are we so gullible that we'll tick off a list of physical flaws and accept that these defects make us unwanted as lovers, define us as substandard women? Most importantly, how did we allow women to become each other's biggest enemies regarding body image, perpetuating these negative obsessions?
Jen, I have seen you turkish bathing, and I always think that you are more attractive than me. I quite like my body, but am uncomfortable about the size of certain things, and the marks on my arms, and the hideous reactive fat bumps on my thighs and belly from injecting, but I do know that most people don't see those things, and that the people who do just see them as part of me. Not as something which detracts from me, but just part of this person.
Your scars, and your skin are part of you, and you are the person that we love, and who, very shallowly, we think of as beautiful. N.
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Date: 2007-05-16 08:38 am (UTC)Jen, I have seen you turkish bathing, and I always think that you are more attractive than me. I quite like my body, but am uncomfortable about the size of certain things, and the marks on my arms, and the hideous reactive fat bumps on my thighs and belly from injecting, but I do know that most people don't see those things, and that the people who do just see them as part of me. Not as something which detracts from me, but just part of this person.
Your scars, and your skin are part of you, and you are the person that we love, and who, very shallowly, we think of as beautiful.
N.