Right girls I’m gonna be handing out some social commentary here that may be accepted by some of you, possibly hated by most and that I might feel the wrath of when I’m done. I’m prepared for it.
I want to talk to you about self-perspective. I look at myself now and I can recognise my body for what it is. I’ve got mega-thighs with a thick arse topping and silvery lighting between my legs. I’ve got a monster scar on my right knee from when my car hit a tree and the impact left a grinning gap. It got sewed up and I picked out the stitches. Now it looks a pumpkin. My legs are kinda stubbly from a 3 day ago shave, my nail polish is chipped and I’ve been ‘trimming toenails’ with my fingernails. This does not stop me wearing sandals. I go further up and my tummy protrudes in two places; I have 2 rolled-up tea towels just above my bits. My breasts are simply ridiculous; due to bad eating habits they have ballooned; my waist has stayed super slim though so the two balance well and make those babies look like they could start a fight with you in a club and win. My arms are terrible, another hereditary woe; a bit too much wing on my bingo. My skin is brown after a hot, late holiday and I feel good about my skin. For the first time in a long time I am not ashamed of it. Apart from my inner ankles; The dry skin comes back fastest there and is hardest to get rid of. My hands are ok; I have been told I have piano-playing fingers, and I play the piano. My neck is weird, you know the dew laps you get on chubby little female rabbits? It’s like I’ve got one of them; I got asked by a co-worker if my lymph nodes were alright. I like my face but my skin is too dry and uneven. My nose is pointy and sometimes looks frightening in photos. So does my chin; my chin seems to escape the minute I try to hold it in for the camera. My eyes are big and green but often shrunken behind the very thick glasses I wear. My eyelashes are enormous but I can’t help pulling them out. My eyebrows are giant caterpillars that are heinous to restrain; they are thick enough to hide in. My hair is fabulous; I have let it grow after cutting it all off 4 years ago and it has come back with a vengeance. I stopped dyeing my hair and rarely have it cut. The longest part of it touches the tops of my hips when I sit down. It gets blonde in the summer so it is a bit lighter than usual.
I think that’s enough indulgent self-descriptive I think you’ve got the picture. I am average. There are things that I love and things that I hate about my body but ultimately I accept all of it. If I wanted to slim my thighs I could run everyday; if I wanted to loose dem arms I could lift weights, but I have chosen other things over this as my priority. I am not saying I shirk exercise altogether though I do not do it as often as I should (as was clear at work yesteRday ‘National Fitness Day’ when my face went beetroot). Although there are things that disgruntle me about myself I have put so many other things as precedence before myself I cannot spare the time to do anything over the bare minimum to continue with my body’s upkeep. In light of this, please note that although I have bad body days when I hate myself and vow to do better and feel utter envy of the beauties surrounding me, I like myself enough to go ‘Hey big titties we are looking good!’ on a good day. Call me an arrogant whore but I lean on my titties for confidence and I bounce right back.
On Saturday, Emma Watson gave a speech about feminism and gender equality. She said things that many of us have said a thousand times, online and offline, about the right to choose, healthcare, equal pay, and men’s duty in fighting for gender equality. The Internet went crazy with applause, praising her as a feminist hero. Although nothing Watson said was groundbreaking or especially unique, it’s great to see a young woman of her celebrity use her position of influence to make an intelligent statement about feminism. I love Emma Watson. She’s bright and positive and it’s great.
What isn’t great is the attitude I saw on social media following her speech, in which a comparison began to be drawn. “That’s feminism,” I’ve seen it tweeted over and over since Saturday. “Not a neon sign and spandex.” The digs at Beyoncé got louder and…
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..Her voice may tremble, but her message was strong and clear. Yes, Emma Watson’s speech in the UN council was one of the most moving speeches that I’ve ever heard.
I was 6 years old, when I first saw Emma, on screen. Since then I’ve found my self looking up to her.
And to me, the most appealing aspect of her, was and always will be her smartness. She has grown up to be this kind, strong, intelligent and beautiful woman and I support her. Emma Watson is my hero.
Gender equality is a major issue, it always has been. And it’s not just my fight or your’s. Its our’s.
Often, feminists are tagged as man-haters, which is wrong on so many levels. Feminism is not to be biased towards a particular gender or type. It is the idea of equality, for all.
The day that I acknowledged and understood…
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