objectification of women
Here's what I do know: talk is cheap. We repeat the mantra that "breast is best," but we give women few resources to breastfeed beyond a few weeks. We say we care about those with breast cancer by buying up pink products, but those efforts don't do much for those diagnosed with the deadliest form of the disease.
Are you listening, advertisers?
It may sound extreme, but it reminds me of a dog owner telling his pet to perform a trick.
"Look at that face! Would anyone vote for that? Can you imagine that, the face of our next president?!" And adding: "I mean, she's a woman, and I'm not s'posedta say bad things, but really, folks, come on. Are we serious?"
Men, including my husband, my bikini isn't for you. Yeah, you might notice me, but as long as you don't harass me, I don't care.
While there is absolutely nothing wrong with seeing past a man's chubbiness, I believe that the opposite should be just as normalized. Men's bodies are allowed to be, there is no shame in the male form. Meanwhile, women are socialized to liberate their bodies only under the male gaze.
While I'm mustering the bravery to proudly and persistently proclaim that black lives matter, a band of white guys from Portland are running around calling themselves "Black Pussy" with no consideration for how that registers in the mind of a black girl who has actually been reduced to that by a stranger.
It must be noted that the process of confidence and self-love is exactly that: a process. It doesn't occur overnight. Rather, consider every day an opportunity to practice reminding yourself who, exactly, you are. Love yourself unconditionally.
Lipsticked, magazine cover-ready women with just enough muscle tone may pass as athletes in magazines, but culturally perfect models aren't built to win Olympic gold in the 100-meter dash. In reality, women are accepted as athletes, but only when they fit a certain gendered mold.