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My Body Image Issues Are Not About Me

The other day, a man wrote to me to tell me that I shouldn’t worry — I’m not that ugly. You’re not stunning, he told me, but you’re not hideous, either. So get over it. Men don’t care. Men aren’t thinking about this stuff. It’s just a bunch of women, driving each other insane, waving mascara wands like tiny ineffectual swords, shouting “You look FAT in that!” at each other.

No, he didn’t say that, about the eye makeup swords. He wasn’t that original. I know, because ever since I started publishing essays about body image, I get emails like his all the time.

Often, they’re from nice men who want to reassure me. You look good! they say. I read something you wrote and I thought you’d be worse-looking, but then I found a picture, and you’re pretty! So don’t worry!

Sometimes they tell me they’re really into women who look like me. I know it’s not that common, they tell me, But I actually love big noses on women.

But mostly, they agree with each other that men don’t care. Men like them aren’t worrying about this stuff. They think I look fine. They’d definitely have sex with me. So what’s the matter? What’s the problem?

The problem is I don’t care.

It’s complicated, of course. I have always expected individual boys and men to find me beautiful, to fall in love with me, because individual boys and men always did. And at the same time, it’s true that I’ve wanted more from men. I’ve wanted to know that they approved of me as a group. Because as a group, men have seemed super-charged and threatening, more likely than women to yell something insulting, more likely to yell something complimentary. Men have seemed more likely than women to try to summarize me to my face.

But in spite of all that — all of this body stuff — it was never actually about guys.

And it was never only about other girls and women.

It was always about the whole world. It was always about what makes something worthwhile.

And for girls, prettiness is always there, leaping ahead of other qualities, vaulting over unquenchable curiosity and innate talent at rhyming words in the middle of the stanza.

Sometimes I think no, that can’t be right. We must be past all that. That’s just an old, tired cliché. But so many of the young women I know finally let something slip about the eating disorder they had in college. Just a quick mention, in passing. A footnote. A sidebar. And too often, the older women are still there in front of the mirror, criticizing themselves, frightened of losing something essential, frightened of losing themselves.

This is not about men. But I do have to point out that men are involved. I’ve sat in front of guys on the train. I’ve walked behind them in college and heading home from the subway. I’ve heard too many blunt dismissals and evaluations of women to pretend that men just don’t care or notice.

Once when a friend of mine left the room, a guy came up to me and was like, “Your blonde friend — was she looking at me? Do you think she’d go out with me?”

“She’s just visiting,” I said, “She lives across the country.”

“Damn,” he said. “She’s pretty.”

“Yup, she is,” I said.

He stood there awhile, crestfallen, then, shifting tactics, he looked me up and down. “You’re OK, though,” he said. “Would you go out with me?”

There it is — that egalitarianism that people talk about. He was willing to go out with me, too, at the end of the day. But he knew exactly what he wanted, and I didn’t look like it.

That story used to be painful for me. It felt like a dark secret. It felt shameful. I tried to pretend these things never happened. I tried to pretend I hadn’t seen the way men looked at her and not at me. But I knew I wasn’t the one any of the guys would choose first, when I went out with certain friends. We all knew it. I knew it, she knew it, they knew it.

And less frequently, but sometimes, I’ve been the one who got all the attention, while another girl was ignored.

Men care. Men notice. This is about men, too.

But it is not all about men. That would be a huge oversimplification. It’s presumptuous to imagine that all I (or any other woman who has expressed insecurity about her body) need is some male approval and a healthy dose of rationality.

You look good enough to get a man, said the last man who wrote to me. So what’s the problem?

The problem is I’m not trying to “get” a man. And most of my body insecurities have had very little to do with the desire to have one. I have not tried to be prettier so that men would ask me out. Men asking me out was good. It was important. I would have been happy with more of it, I’m sure. But my disappointment with my appearance, and the squirming, insistent anxiety that I didn’t look right, that I didn’t look good enough — those things felt bigger than men. They felt like they were about what I could accomplish. They felt like they were about me failing as a person. They felt like they were about everything and everyone. They felt like a prison with bars that inched forward, contorting, rearranging themselves into a tighter, smaller cell box, until sometimes it was just me and a mirror, locked up together for eternity.

For almost that whole time, I had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who thought I was gorgeous. Who I loved. Who wanted nothing more than to photograph me in my underwear. Who begged me not to get a nose job. Who brought back pages of research on cosmetic surgery, trying to convince me to change my mind. Who celebrated the weight I gained.

I wish it was as simple as needing to prove that I could get a man.

I wish it was as simple as needing a compliment.

I wish it was as simple as just being reasonable.

I was reading an article about people jumping off the Golden Gate bridge. One of them was a 13-year-old girl. She did well in school, the reporter noted. She was pretty. Actually, he mentioned that part first. She was pretty. I noticed it because it was annoying. Her mother found the suicide note later, tucked into a book. The girl explained that she had killed herself because she was fat and ugly. She was sorry for leaving her parents like this, but she hoped they’d get over her quickly. Because you know, it’s easier to get over the death of a fat and ugly daughter than one who is thin and pretty.

You can get into anomalous, abnormal psychological problems, and oh, we definitely do, but for me, there’s a hard, flat truth at the bottom of it, and eventually you have to slam into it. Something is wrong with the way we use beauty. Something is wrong with the way we allow it to be taught. We learn it just fine. We learn it so quickly and readily. We learn it so young. We memorize it perfectly and we remember every word.

It’s true, we need approval. I need approval. But the approval I need is my own. It’s not about men. It’s not about women. It’s about me and the world, alone in a room with a mirror. It’s about learning to recognize the bars so that I can cut through them before they crush me. So that I can learn a better definition of worth.

In my case, it might have something to do with rhyming words in the middle of the stanza.

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I don’t know what it is … but there has always been something FASCINATING to me about WOMEN and their damn near OBSESSION about worrying how they ‘LOOK’. Not all women: just 99% of them.  : )

Yes, this is a phenomena both genders face. And YES, generally speaking this topic is one that most people ~ Male and Female ~ will deny they stress over, yet let’s be honest: we all either Accept or Deny that this ATTITUDE exists in most of us, and for which I want to Comment.

Why?

Because I can!   : )

And because ‘I Write What I Like!’  : )

Generally speaking (and because I’m a MAN), I’ve seen and experienced enough Women to KNOW that many of them (women) drift off into that NEGATIVITY ZONE about their BODY;  not based upon what THEY THINK about themselves, but instead based upon what they THINK (?) OTHERS  WANT them to be; be the ‘others’ family, friends, TV, Movies, or Magazines. I’m not saying that Men aren’t heavily influenced by these ‘external forces’ as well … only that I KNOW what Men generally want “LOOK & BEHAVIORwise” in themselves  … and generally it’s a tad more Basic than what Women carry around in their heads each and every day. And a Man’s perception is damn near Primitive IMHO!

Generally MEN want, and will do: Whatever WORKS for them with the Ladies!   : )

Hell. If a MAN can find that ‘cars’ works with the Ladies …  hell, he’ll be a CAR Freak !

If a MAN finds that ‘ Business Suits’ is what ‘turns women on’: he’ll be a Kat dressed in a ‘Business Suit’ even if he’s only going to Safeway for a 6Pac of beer!   : )

I’m tellin’ ya, Ladies: If a MAN discovers that women are ‘turned on’ by a MAN that enjoys Hip-Hop … hell, he’ll hide his collection of Bach, Beethoven, Wagner, and Tchaikovsky  …. and go out and restock his Music Collection with Drake, LiL Wayne, Nicki Minaj and Ludacris!   : )

With a MAN: WHATEVER WORKS, Baby!   : )

But see, Women have historically had a lot of ‘external stuff’ laid on them. So much so that they have over the generations been torn is so many directions re ‘LOOKS’ & ‘BEHAVIOUR’: that generally I’ve found that many, many, WOMEN to be nothing but “Basket Head Cases” in serious need of Professional Help! And I’m quite serious about that! Serious because quite honestly I have to spent far too much TIME attempting to peel away the many layers of their psychic just to get back to “THE REAL WOMAN” that I THOUGHT I had found initially attractive to! In fact, after just a few of these ‘Let’s Get Acquainted ‘encounters (or Screenings <g>), I simply say to myself:

“Fu*k it! It ain’t worth it! And we haven’t even got to the ‘Last Boyfriend’ WARNINGS stage!!”   : )

Fellas, take my word for it.  Even if she looks like Rihanna ~ if the conversation is full of “I .. I … I” and not a single word of or about “You” during the evening : get the hell out!   : )

Look. I completely UNDERSTAND that you WOMEN have been besieged by advertisements and BIG $$$$ from Park Avenue re ‘Today’s Woman’ and what they REALLY want and need. Just as I KNOW that you Ladies have been haunted since birth by HOW A WOMAN SHOULD BEHAVE & LOOK. I know that, Baby! I’ve read and seen “COSMO” and Ebony!   : )

But there comes a TIME when all this nonsense should STOP, and YOU, as a “Child of God” , WAKE UP and STOP leading the LIFE that “others” have drilled into your pretty heads. That is why I enjoy that ending Line from the above Author:

“It’s true, we need approval. I need approval. But the approval I need is my own. It’s not about men. It’s not about women. It’s about me and the world, alone in a room with a mirror. It’s about learning to recognize the bars so that I can cut through them before they crush me. So that I can learn a better definition of worth.

“In my case, it might have something to do with rhyming words in the middle of the stanza.”

In fact, I think the above is something we all need to heed ~ Men & Women alike!

On Facebook I often ask myself: “Why is she doing that! It’s so unnecessary!” or “Somebody please shake her shoulders and wake her up! It’s so unnecessary!”

You?

We’re ALL on this ‘Journey of Life’. We’ve  ALL learned Lessons along the way that Guide & Instruct how best to live in Peace, Harmony, and Wisdom. Too, I also  KNOW that along the way …. we have heard a Phrase, a Comment, and maybe just a good old ‘straight talking to’ that in TIME has proven to set our feet on the more constructive Path. Our HEARTS KNOW the difference between ‘good information’ and ‘not so good’; and were I a WOMAN, this following Statement from the above article I would find full of Wisdom and down right worthwhile KNOWLEDGE:

“It’s true, we need approval. I need approval. But the approval I need is my own. It’s not about men. It’s not about women. It’s about me and the world, alone in a room with a mirror. It’s about learning to recognize the bars so that I can cut through them before they crush me. So that I can learn a better definition of worth.”

Again. Why do I focus on WOMEN?

Because I have a wonderful Daughter; had a wonderful wife, have wonderful Lady Friends; and I generally LOVE, Respect, and Honor WOMEN!

Too, I’ve long ago cease being a Psychologist!  : )

My fees are too steep for most people!   : )

I Write What I Like

 

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Posted October 24, 2012 by saytaf or Afrikanking in Uncategorized

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