I just read this, by Michelle Thomas – the girl who went on a Tinder date, had a “Pleasant Evening” and then was told in exquisite detail why she was too fat to be sexually attractive.
Boy, it hit me right between the eyes; a big ball of hot anger and steely indignation. I really, really, really want to high five her for such a ferocious but dignified response. What I love most about Michelle’s story is that her self-loving attitude wasn’t what came first. First, came some tears and some self-doubt and then came the fire, because even the most ardent feminists/campaigners/women-with-a-little-self-esteem get sad and have to put a bit of effort into loving themselves.
I, personally, am in the midst of a turbulent battle between my sassy self-loving side and my “only baggy jumpers please” self-loathing side. I scroll through Instagram noting all the flat stomachs, tea-detoxes and calorie counting watches (I don’t even know), and think WHY GOD WHY can’t I prefer running to pizza?
The answer to that, children, is that pizza is awesome and running sucks.
And also, it’s because I’m having a LOVELY life; eating that bowl of chips with my glass (bottle) of white wine and spending my evenings binge-watching Game of Thrones instead of going to the gym. I get it… okay, I should maybe do more exercise and only eat burgers on special occasions. But only because that’s what’s best for ME. Me, me, me. It’s up to me. I will reap the benefits or hide my misdemeanours - because they’re mine.
I think this is one situation when it really is okay to be horribly narcissistic, and I love it when I read blogs and articles written by other women who are struggling and sassy and learning ALL FOR THEMSELVES. I’m trying to find a balance between having a lovely time and building the best version of myself that I can be. I’m trying to find peace with looking different to other women. I’m trying to love myself whatever my body looks like. I'm just really flawed and trying.
And there is no one that is going to tell me, or any other one of you GODDESSES, that we are not good enough or not “sexually attractive” enough, because firstly, it says more about them than it does about us, and secondly, they don’t matter... one little bit.