It’s 2015, in fact, as I write this to you, it’s International Women’s Day, and the act of girl-on-girl body shaming is still very much alive and well.
I’m not usually one to involve myself in arguments on twitter, but this touched me. It all started with this tweet from my friend Meg
Now before you rap me over the knuckles for not blurring out names, I’ll say this: twitter is a public platform. The person in question made these remarks knowing this, these are available to the public, and this post isn’t an attack on this one person, because the woman who made these remarks is not alone in her thinking. I am appealing to ALL people who feel this way. For the sake of my making a point though, I’m going to include the conversation that followed.
Admittedly, saying someone can “suck it” was not my finest hour, but I stand by what I say. In response to this tweet, I saw people referring to someone who wears a size 38 and wears skinny jeans as “an ice cream cone” and “Miss Piggy”. HOW is this okay? How?! I ask you with tears in my eyes. How is telling someone who wears a size 38 that they are fat, and look like ice creams because they wear skinny jeans okay? That must be one of the meanest things I’ve ever heard, and I went to a high school where I was the chubby weirdo who was called “pizza face” all the time. HOW are women still so fucking mean to one another?
First of all, it’s 2015. We’re supposed to be enlightened, we’re supposed to be beyond this. We’ve burnt our bras, and cast our ballots and we’ve fought for freedom as women, yet we still call each other names because we judge one another based on jeans. Jeans ffs. I mean really now. Second, a size 38 is not that big. I personally took this quite badly because I wear a 38, and I am wearing skinny jeans as I type this. Skinny jeans I happen to think look lovely. Also, why are they called “skinny” jeans? The name itself leads one to believe that only skinny people should wear them. I much prefer calling them jeggings or stovepipe jeans (yes, I know they aren’t technically stovepipes but it is a much kinder name than skinny).
Do we really think that because we have twitter that we are entitled to say what we want with no thought for the consequence? When did we become so entitled? Well, I say fuck that. Fuck the carelessness, fuck the sense of entitlement. There are still human beings behind the phones and behind the handles. I’m so tired of the negativity, and the shaming, and the mean-spirited people who seem to inhabit the cyber realms. It’s apparently perfectly acceptable to shame other women, which makes men believe it’s perfectly acceptable for them to shame us. It’s 2015 for fucks sake!
I am so over the word “fat”, I am so over the word “ugly” and I am done to death with those concepts being mutually exclusive. Woman who are above the average, socially-acceptable BMI are beautiful too. We are just as beautiful, just as smart and just as deserving of respect as women who wear a size 8. In the same breath, those women are just as deserving of all those things. All women are deserving of respect, and safety and protection, and we should be treating one another as such. We should be celebrating ourselves as women, and celebrating our differences, as well as respecting ourselves and one another. I am absolutely done to death with body-shaming. I am proud of the body I have. It has carried me through many awful days, and it has floated through just as many amazing ones. I refuse to be ashamed, and if I look like an ice cream in my skinny jeans, then I am the proudest god-damn 99c flake & dip cone this world has ever seen.
So in conclusion, I say a loud and resounding “fuck you” to body shaming!
Love & sloppy daxie kisses