So, being skinny seems to have fallen out of favour somewhat lately; gossip mags and Pinterest are full of ” real women have curves” and “who wants to cuddle up to a stick?” messages. ( By the way – “curves”? What do I have? Corners?) The bottom line seeming to be, that if you were born with the type of body that wouldn’t look out of place in a line up of teenage boys, you aren’t truly a woman.
What is a “real” woman anyway? According to an online dictionary, the definition of woman is: An adult human female. The definition of which being: Of or denoting the sex that can bear offspring or produce eggs, distinguised biologically by the production of gametes (ova) which can be fertilized by male gametes.
Now, I’ve pushed a small human out of my nether regions, so by my reckoning, I’m as real a woman as they get; despite having no tits or arse to speak of.
Could we also please stop equating “skinny” with “bitch”. The catalyst for me to write this blog was listening to the song lyrics of ‘All About That Bass’ by Meghan Trainor. Particularly the line:
“I’m bringing booty back
Go ahead and tell them skinny bitches that”
Skinny girls aren’t the enemy. In fact, we’re not even a separate entity. We’re just women. With the same thoughts, feelings, worries, fears…
The whole issue of body image comes wrapped up with a heap of insecurities, and anything that can help somebody increase their self esteem is A Good Thing, so yes, by all means, celebrate your body. But don’t try to resolve your own insecurities by feeding on the insecurities of others. Because, yes, skinny girls have insecurities too. Maybe we’re paranoid about our flat chests, having spent our teenage years padding our bras with toilet roll or maybe we look longingly at Kim Kardashian’s arse, wishing that we too could balance a champagne glass our rear end.
I get where the anti-skinny movement has come from, I really do. I know that the catwalk being awash with size 0 models isn’t representative of the general population; and that holding skinny up to be the ideal, is potentially very damaging. So, let’s celebrate that women’s bodies come in all different shapes and sizes, with a myriad of lumps and bumps, and not create enemies out of each other. Because who actually gains anything from that? Really?