From a very young age the ideal figure is thrust upon us in the form of dolls. Beautifully sculptured bodies, long legs, large bust, makeup and long blonde hair. We all know the dolls I’m on about, said dolls have affected everyone, both male and female. Women desire to look like her, go on extreme diets, plaster faces in makeup and bleach their hair to become something that is simply impossible. It also affects the men in a similar way, it puts in front of them a view of women, of the perfect woman that, again, is impossible to achieve.
Indeed I was, and still am one of these people. I will admit that I have very low body image, those, I feel is due to the social ideals of perfect. I long to be thin, and it has taken me a long time to be comfortable with the way I look. I started to walk, I’d walk miles everyday hiding my body in big hoodies and jeans, walking along main roads. I began to be shouted at by men, shouting comments at my body, these however were all ‘positive comments’, you may think ‘she got told she looks nice she’s fine’. This couldn’t be further from the truth. I began to walk further, I thought that if I lost weight, the comments would stop (especially about my chest), I was wrong the comments began to become more extreme. On one occasion a man attempted to get me into his car, asking how much I’d charge him. After this I refused to go out of the house alone for a while, and I’m not going to lie, I I’m still not a fan.
Yes, I may have a larger chest , but because I do doesn’t mean I have any desire to have sex with you. I may sometimes wear a low cut top, It’s because I’m hot, not because I have any desire to go home with you. Welcome to our silly society.
*i said this would be a series that would run throughout the week, however I have now decided to do these posts over a period of weeks. Hope this is ok with everyone*