Yesterday CurvyKate held am event in the Trafford Centre which gave you the chance to win £200 worth of CurvyKate by telling them why you loved your body. Sadly, I wasn’t able to make the event due to being under the weather with glandular fever, however, I still love my body and believe everyone should love there’s. Why, you may ask. Everyone’s body is transportation to the world around us, our bodies are magical and completely unique, this is why I love mine…
I love my feet as they defied the doctors and helped me walk, once I started I never stopped. My feet have helped me travel, something I will always do. I love my legs because they give me height and help me to reach things from high places and do the splits which is always fun. I love my knees because they look like faces and remind me of drama masks, reminding me of how much I love drama and the large part it has played in my life. I love my bum because its good for wiggling and helps me bounce of a trampoline, I love my hips because they help me dance (badly) to my hearts content. I love my waist because it helps me hula-hoop and is a good place for grabbing when I’m stressed in exams. I love my chest it contains my heart which keeps me alive and is full of things I love, protected by my boobs which are a talking point for conversation, meaning it never runs dry. I love my shoulders and collar bone because they keep my clothes upright. I love my arms as they help me stretch. I love my hands and fingers because they help me write my ideas down, help me play the piano and help me stay connected with those I love. I love my neck as it helps my head be held high. I love my mouth as it helps me voice my opinions,I love my teeth as I’ve never needed a filling and make a cracking smile, I love my checks as when they flush I look like Snow White. I love my nose as it helps me take in new smells, I love my eyes and ears as they let me see and hear the wonderful world around me. I love my hair as it makes me feel like a mermaid and keeps me warm in the winter.
My body Is amazing, no-one can ever take that away from me. Just like no one can take the wonderful creation, that is your body away from you.
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*
One time in our lives we’ll all experience it, the wolf whistles, the ‘alright sexy’, sometimes it can put a little spring in your step, a little ‘ooh I must look good today’ thought in your mind. What happens though, when it gets to much to handle, when this starts happening everyday and random strangers start to follow you, slow down their cars and take pictures of you and try to grab you. Welcome to mine and many other girls world.
During this short series of posts I will be telling you all about my experiences and what it has led me to do in the past. The first post shall be up tomorrow explaining societies view on body shapes, sizes and how we portray ourselves to the world.