I don’t much care for this. I encountered this attitude in my friends a while ago on a different blog. I was trying to talk about the issue of how we can know when our search to improve ourselves is healthy and when it is an unhealthy obsession with an unachievable, fake, photoshop-y ideal. (BTW I am still very interested in anything you all might have to say about that topic.) My friends responded with some oddly hostile stuff about how perfect women are boring and awful people who don’t care about anyone but themselves and bad friends. It was really sort of scary. I dropped it at the time because, really, why fight over it? But now, here is my response.
1. Wow, judge-y much? A person with a perfect life is boring? That’s simultaneously mean-spirited and completely sour-grapes. When I hear this, I think, dude, you’re not fooling anyone with your Danny Zuko act. Get some anti-depressants and climb off the couch and into your own life.
2. Boring to whom? To their own self? Surely not. So perhaps the meaning is, boring to the outside observer? Well, guess what. My life is not designed as your entertainment. So if you are bored, leave. Or go in the back room and fap your troubles away. But keeping you from boredom is not my problem; it’s yours.
3. Anyway, nobody has a perfect life. Who among us does not have problems? Health issues, special needs child, car broke down, rent is due, lost your job, mental illness? PCOS, diabetes, cancer, migraines? Divorce, exams, hurricane? I’m sure even Michelle Obama has days where she looks in the mirror and thinks, “Lord, give me strength to pull on these panties today.”
4. And also fuck you. I worked hard to achieve all the good things in my life. If you feel envious about it, I don’t care even a wee bit. You want what I have? Get off your ass and work for it like I did. Like we all did.
Actually, on an opposite note, the yogic answer is that actually, all our lives are already perfect, right now, just as they are. Painful, difficult, challenging, but already perfect, just as they are. So put that in your pipe and smoke it. Apparently I am still capable of holding two opposing thoughts in my head this morning.
In the course of running this blog I come across so many blogs where people refer to bodies as PERFECT, TINY, PETITE, DELICATE, FRAGILE, DAINTY.
Ladies, girls, PLEASE these are words to describe china teacups not womens’ bodies.
We as women and girls have infinitely more depth of character than these few words can EVER do justice.
This is a photo of a beautiful proud woman. Just look at her, really look! How could anyone possibly sum her up in a few words or expect her to punish herself to fit such a narrow subset of words. Just like you whatever shape or size you happen to be this woman has an incredible capacity for strength and endurance. Her body, YOUR BODY, every person’s body is a marvel of nature so please honor it and nourish it and allow it to take you to your dreams.
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HELL YEAH!!!! Rock on with your bad, foxy self mama!!
the constant quest for inspiration and motivation beyond yourself often blinds you to yourself. Inside you is a cosmic nuclear reactor; fission, fusion and frantic power. Take it. Use it. Trust it. It’s not out there in the books you read or the quotes you post. It’s the universal goo that pumps from your heart. It’s the vibrating potential energy hiding in your muscles. It’s the inertia in the bones and the fire in the most sophisticated communication system available… You.
You are the sweet chant of frantic power. Let’s hear it.
I have nothing to add. Reblogging because it is perfect.