What is a REAL woman?
Right now, we're a few days into the Olympics, and there are so many amazing female athletes to be inspired by, yet it's only the ones that fit the media's ideal of pretty that are appearing on the front covers of glossy magazines. The other Olympic standard athletes are being pulled apart for not looking feminine enough or looking too fat in a swimsuit. These are OLYMPIC freakin' STANDARD athletes, people. Women who train their super-fit asses off to be the best in the world. Can we get a li'l perspective here?
Heads up, I LOVE the Dove campaign for real beauty, and I currently work with them to take their self-esteem workshops out into schools, but seeing this particular image, comparing the two sets of girls, made me all kinds o' sad, because all it was actually doing was encouraging girlkind to continue the ongoing comparison game that the media just love us girls to play. The sad fact is, it's a game that none of us will EVER win because there will always, and I repeat ALWAYS - see? I put it in capitals for dramatical effect - be someone that is thinner, curvier, taller, has straighter/curlier/longer/shorter/thicker/thinner hair, a bigger/smaller/more pert/ bum than you. Fact. Playing this game is a SERIOUS waste of our time and energy when, as a girl-hood, we have got far more important shit to be doing, like starting revolutions, dreaming big dreams and making them happen.
I mean, what's a REAL woman anyway? Am I a real woman because I'm a size 18 and flaunt my curves? Is Posh Spice a real woman because she's had 4 children and managed to maintain a size 6 figure? Is Adele a real woman because she's a size 12 AND can sing? Is Cheryl Cole a real woman because she rocks a super-small frame? I call bullshit. By saying one particular body shape is better than the other, we just keep playing the game.