I'm not really in the mood for Hot Fuck Sundae at the moment, except maybe the Sundae part. And the fact that it's such an excellently clever title, if I do say so myself.
Sex - sigh. I dunno.
Have you ever flicked through so many tumblr photos you got beautiful-ass-fatigue? That happened to me once. So very many beautiful, mostly female bodies, all these images of perfection. Endless perfect asses. It became wearying.
I love this site for its realness. And how much more interesting the pictures are in their aunthenticity and vulnerability. Real people are interesting. Girls who are fat but who still see themselves as sexual are interesting. You confront a lot looking at these pictures. Health. Self image. Self love. Trends and media domination and the plasticity of the enduring vision of what is attractive and acceptable that has been fed to us for some time now and that most of us have accepted and internalised wholeheartedly.
Why? Well, it's complex.
I don't believe in blanket fat acceptance to a certain degree, because of health, and because of how the human body can look and what it can do when it's strong and fit - those things are good things. And, fat is fear, and an attempt at self protection. But, acceptance and love have to come first. I remember my mother in law's reaction to me trying to explain something about how it's improtant to love yourself. 'Well I don't love myself!' she spat in disgust. Ah, Catholicism. You have so much to answer for.
It would be nice if we could stop separating the external and internal so much though. Celebration is good. Normal people should be celebrated. Women should celebrate themselves. We all should. Whatever shape we are.
2 comments:
The site link isn't working Jo - you misspelled tumblr.
I like the picture though!
It's a can of worms isn't it? I know in my head we should love our own bodies, whatever their shape. That being fatter doesn't negate your sexuality. But the fact is that I didn't love mine when I was heavier. I do now that I'm down to 9 stone - I think my body is sexy now, for the first time in years. Call me fucking shallow, but it doesn't change how I feel.
:-(
(But I can fancy big round girls and guys. It's the standards I set for myself that are harsh).
What's the answer?
This is it, I totally agree. There's a whole sense of liberation in seeing your waist appear, being able to see your self emerge from the layers that were obscuring it. I can't imagine I'll ever see 9 stone, but 11 would have me skipping with delight!
Health is good, lots of reasons we put on fat aren't.
It's about how we feel about ourselves underneath it all, though, I think that's the message.
I think the problem is that we think that stops at the physical. I'd love myself if I was thin... etc. Lots of messed up self hating thin people too...
I'd better go respell tumblr. These young folk and their disregard for vowels...
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