When I can’t run, I do a lot of other stuff like read too much garbage on the internet. I truly have to stop reading opinion pieces. I mean, I get it. I have a lot I want to say, too. Problems arise, though, when people let their opinions develop into something more than that. Opinions have an ugly way of turning into judgement, self-righteousness, and anger. Have you ever read the comment section of an opinion article? Things can get downright ruthless up in there. The most recent article I read had huge potential, but it turned into more of a bar fight than anything else. I guess I’m just not a fan of purposely creating controversy for the sake of creating controversy. Call me old-fashioned, but I’d rather have my actual point brought to a few people rather than to the masses wrapped in hateful undertones. But then again, I’m a crappy writer who thinks nothing of page views and “viralness”. So, what would I know?
I’m not linking to the article or mentioning the title or author for a reason. That would mean I’m feeding into that drama, ya know? But I do want to tell y’all what it got me thinking about, because it’s something I’ve been meaning to discuss for a while. The undertone of the comment section was that there are rules on what you can and can’t discuss regarding your body based on your size. For instance, thin people shouldn’t discuss how they “hate working out and wouldn’t diet” and larger people shouldn’t say they are “okay with being fat”. I mean, who is anyone to tell us what we can feel, why we can feel it, and when it’s appropriate for us to voice it? This is especially true when it comes to body image, because there are so many different ways to hurt.
My body’s appearance does not give anyone a right to tell me which feelings I may or may not have about it.
My struggle with acceptance is no harder or easier than yours because our situations differ. I may not know what it’s like to be a certain size, shape, or color, but that does not automatically mean I don’t know what it’s like to hurt as “badly” as the person next to me. Outward appearances don’t dictate inner feelings. I’m so sick and tired of the idea of comparing hardships, and arguing over which demographic has it the worst. If you’re hurting, it matters to you.
And for what it’s worth, I did leave the author’s site with a lot of positives. Women are beautiful. People are beautiful. The media can make you feel better. The media can make you feel worse. We spend too much time worry about others. We spend too little time taking care of ourselves. It’s hard to fit in. It’s hard to be yourself. It hurts to be too thin. It hurts to be too fat. Sometimes, it hurts to just be. I think the least we can do is acknowledge that life is freaking hard. We’re all stuck here for a while, so shouldn’t we be making the most of it? Shouldn’t we be getting along?
Can you picture us all holding hands and wearing flower headbands? Because I feel like my message is getting dangerously close to being cheesy as hell. This year, work on being the best YOU that you can be. Y’all. I almost quoted Dr. Suess right there. I better go before my teacher level of crazy comes out.
Oh, but in other news, I TAMED THE BEAST! That’s right. I won the battle of perm vs. man. I think it’s serving it’s intended purpose now, because my curls held and I’m secretly hoping my hair looks a little thicker. And another random tangent: still not running today. I tortured my legs with Romanian deadlifts, squats, and leg curls instead. Take that, gams! Another win for me.
Yes, I realize this is an awkward way to end this post. But I mean, I never make sense anyway. Have a GREAT weekend! I may or may not be back before Monday. I need to soak up these last days of Christmas break before I head back to work. 😉