I watched the Miss Representation trailer and really wanted to talk about it. I watched the full 8:52 second one, but will link you to the 2:42 second one in hopes that you will watch it.
Women, stop playing into what the media tells you to look like and act like. We do not need to play dumb to get a man. We do not need our boobs pushed up. We do not need to run for hours on a treadmill and punish ourselves if we don’t. We don’t need to hate ourselves for eating a cookie. We don’t need to teach the younger female generation that their worth is based on how they look.
You can’t teach your children this if you don’t believe it yourself! Ladies you are wonderful just as you are.
I’m smart. I have several degrees (not that I think this makes a person smart) both graduate and undergraduate in things my mother can’t pronounce, no really, I used to have to write it on a card for her. I got grants for all my graduate degrees and not because of lack of money but because of my brain (go brain!). I went to school to learn, simply because I loved learning. I make some pretty awesome food and my bread pudding is to die for. I am quick witted. I am funny. I am blunt yet semi tactful while doing it. I will tell you when something is in your teeth or if you are getting a little too orange from the spray tan. I entertain people or so they keep telling me. I am kind hearted, will have your back, and I am the friend who will come get you at 3 am if you are drunk somewhere and can’t get home.
I’m five foot six on a good day (meaning when I bother to have good posture). I wear a size 12/14 depending on who makes it. I have a thick rib cage and waist (think tree trunk) but freakishly small hips (at least that is what the wedding dress lady once told me). I’m all stomach, I drink water and it sticks out another inch I swear. I have small boobs (which I am more than happy with I don’t know how women with big boobs can play sports). I have hair that frizzes up when the rain wants to come out. I have stubby fingers that rings don’t look that good on. I’m allergic to way too many things. My spelling and grammar is horrid. Sometimes I burp. Sometimes I fart, which the dog actually enjoys (yes, she needs help).
I have stunning eyes (men’s words not mine…but they are nice) with eyelashes that are so long that I can’t wear sunglasses if I have mascara on because they hit the lens. For reference I’m not wearing mascara (or any make up in the photo). A firm butt (backwards skating can do that). I’m usually always smiling/and our laughing. I refuse to continually bleach my teeth because I just think that can’t be good for them, but have a lovely smile all the same. Same with tanning, I refuse to do that. I happily accept my pasty white self…but that pasty white skin is soft. I have nails that grow like weeds (my mother is most jealous of this). I like to do more “guy” things than girl things, though most of my teacher clothing is all bows and ruffles. I get my 5 servings of fruits and veggies in a day. All of my medical numbers are good, and my cholesterol is beyond low (they told me to stop eating egg whites).
I am me. I accept myself for who I am. Please accept yourself for who you are so that you can start teaching your daughters the same. And if you have sons teach them that as well. Teach them that a woman’s worth has nothing to do with how she looks. And if they want to be happy for the rest of their life they will find a woman that will challenge them intellectually and that they have things in common with. Not that she looks good next to them and the guys at the office love that he has a trophy wife. And if you don’t have kids, just reject what the media tells you who you have to be and just start being who you want to be.