In today’s societiest, there is a big upsurge in the importance placed on beauty. Half-naked, picture-perfect bodies pop up everywhere, from beauty magazines to local billboards. Fashion, plastic surgery, movies, advertising, and the cosmetic industry nurture a society of the petty spectacle, and prompt women (and many men) to go …
I’d never think of myself as being strong and it was heartening to hear I’m not as ‘basic’ in my practice as I thought I’d been all along.
Sometimes I so dislike this body I’m in, or wish I could change parts of it, or resent its entire heavy awkwardness. But then sometimes, also, I am glad for all that it allows me to do…
I have never put up photos of myself where the largeness of my thighs, the thickness of my calves and the chunky roll of belly fat are so nakedly evident.
I wondered at the kind of world we live in now where it is perfectly okay — in fact, encouraged — for young people to police and impose their judgements, no matter how seemingly harmless or childish or jokey, on each other’s bodies.
When I do this, I almost manage to achieve a kind of ‘beauty’ that I spent so much of my youth thinking would finally make me happy.
It took me a long time to accept that I am not supposed to please anyone, all I had to do was please my body and myself: I had to let it feel happy.
There is so much pleasure every day that our bodies are experiencing, and we miss it simply because we are living outside of our bodies instead of inside our experiences.
… and other lessons from the Konmari art of decluttering
They campaigns us that every being — from the glossy, airbrushed model on the billboard to the woman who fights a battle every single day to find love for herself — deserves space and freedom to be seen and heard and loved for who she is.