… and real women have them.
I’ll even go further. Even if you weren’t born with a vagina, and you identify as a woman, you are a real woman.
I happen to think that’s pretty cut-and-dried.
As much as I hate saying it, I’ve apparently been proven wrong.
I’m feeling especially rant-y this morning because I woke up to all sorts of reactions from last night’s airing of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. While there were some that talked about how wonderful the entertainment aspect was or how gorgeous the lingerie was, most of the chatter revolved around what the women looked like.
I mean, they’re models. They’re gorgeous. Let’s just go ahead and get that out of the way. If you watched that show last night, you saw some of the most beautiful women in the entire world, and not just because they fill out skivvies well. Those women have some insanely beautiful faces: pouty lips, cheekbones up to the high heavens, ginormous almond-y eyes. (#swanepoelgirlcrush)
Most of the comments I’ve seen, however, are some variation of the following:
Eat a sandwich.
And this is the part where I bang my head against my desk for an hour. Because WHY.
I gotta ask, if we’re so quick to blame our genes for making us fat, why wouldn’t genes be responsible for these women being skinny? They aren’t clearly sick or disgusting, they just look different than some of us.
Nothing irks me more than to see this seemingly well-intended movement about real women having curves. While it may have started as a catchphrase to dissuade innocent women from the horrors of an eating disorder (sidenote: whoever though EDs were about food was seriously wrong, but that’s another topic for another day), it’s now used make the “normal women” feels superior for not wearing size 2 jeans.Again: why? Why does it matter?
Women are not alike. Women aren’t supposed to look alike. I’ve never understood why women think that it’s okay to tell someone how they should look. It seems to be a huge deal if you fat shame, but when the tables are turned and you’re telling a woman that, in essence, she isn’t a “real woman” because she weighs 100 lbs and has no hips, that’s just to be expected because we’re all about promoting self-esteem for little girls, y’all, and they shouldn’t compare themselves to those women because it’s unattainable.
If anyone is really worried about the self-esteem of tomorrow’s youth, perhaps we should be teaching them instead that comparison is the thief of joy. Maybe we should tell them that whether they’re built to look like Miranda Kerr or Adele, that they are beautiful and have value as a woman. Instead of teaching our daughters and nieces that real women have curves and that “those women” are sickly and abnormal, let’s teach them that it’s never okay to question someone’s identity as a woman because they weigh ten pounds less than the average woman.
And let’s not even get me started on the “normalcy” of being “average.” That’s a whole ‘nother can of worms.