There is a picture circulating on Facebook that asks a very important question:
So yeah… What the F@#* Did happen?
Which image looks like someone healthy? Someone who would feel good to hug, and touch? Someone healthy enough to have children and strong enough to raise them? Which has the power over the self esteem of women and young girls all over the U.S. right now?
Does anyone else find it amazing that in a day and age where obesity is the new health epidemic, the desired look on runways and in magazines is that of emaciation, bordering on death.
What is to blame? I would have been a thin, waif of a woman back in the Rubenesque days. In those days, the desired woman was plush and curvy. That showed that her family had enough money to feed her and that her body would be right for bearing lots of offspring. Now that we don’t tend our own gardens so it is the healthy produce that costs so much and the cheap foods that are ‘Frankensteined’ from corn meal, corn syrup, and chemicals are diet staples. We don’t have to walk, or run, anymore. Only the wealthy can afford gym memberships or workout equipment. Thin is the new symbol of wealth.
But why did it have to go to such extremes? Why are we celebrating unnatural hours of working out or unnaturally low consumption of food? Why aren’t we screaming about the media’s portral of the anorexic body as the new ‘Norm’ as much as we are being scared by the obesity epidemic?
From looking around the web a *little,* the quickest information that I found was that Marilyn Monroe was around 5’5″ or 5’6″ and wore clothing the approximation of a U.S. size 12. That folks is one hot, sexy, woman who would never make it Hollywood today. I am about 5’9″ and usually wear a size 10 and I’m a chubbabubba according to the models of fashion week?
Why do we let the models (and designers)of fashion week dictate what our bodies are supposed to look like? They wear clothing that looks like it’s made of rutabaga peels and hats that Minnie Pearl would call tasteless. Yet, there is a billion dollar diet industry out there telling us that if we can’t see all of our ribs, and if we can’t wear the same pants as a pre-pubescent boy, we are too fat.
LETS AIM FOR NORMAL! I love the Dove commercials. Normal women. Normal bodies. Healthy self esteem. When we set the bar so high that failure is almost certain, what is the motivation for trying to lead a healthy life? If you know that being a size 16 isn’t healthy, but you feel like a failure because you are aiming for size 2, you are missing out on the beauty of size 10 and 12.
I don’t want my daughter to be obese. I don’t want her to grow up sedentary and favoring junk food. However, I am more terrified of her growing up idolizing the body of the woman on the right in the initial picture and missing out on loving her body for being strong, able, and perfectly hers.
How do we turn this around? Unless we start buying fashion magazines featuring posthumous photos of anorexic models, we can’t get thinner! I’m praying that it turns around and the lovely curvy pinup girls make a gallant comeback. Not to mentions women untouched by silicone and photoshop, but that’s step #2 in this war.
Forget occupying Wall Street: Lets storm the media, demanding respect and adoration for the natural and healthy woman’s body!
Your slightly plush pal: Delaney Rhea