Let’s start this post with a little disclaimer shall we? I’m a woman. I have two boobs, two nipples and a vagina that even porn stars can’t make look pretty (seriously, vaginas aren’t pretty however you ‘maintain’ your hair).
Most of the time, I’m pretty happy to be a woman. I get an entire fashion industry dedicated to clothing me in whatever the hell I feel like wearing, gossip is allowed on a scale that shouldn’t be legal and I can get away with a lot of things simply by showing off a bit of cleavage.
The down side to being a woman is needing to wear Spanx (aka The Wetsuit) when I want to look ‘amazing in that dress’, I have the same amount of hair as a man but unlike my counterpart, actually have to maintain it which is a serious pain in the ass (unless it’s Winter…ladies, you know what I’m talking about!?) (and when I say a pain in the ass, it really is if you’re getting a wax down there!) and once a month for about a week I feel like absolute shit because my body decides that since I’m not having a baby I deserve to have raging hormones and have the need to stick something cotton inside my fanny. Yeah, that week is ‘fun’ for everyone!
But I digress…
What I’m actually saying is this; on the whole, it’s pretty damn amazing to be a woman and since we take up about half the planet, most men would agree that it’s amazing to have us in their lives (stop rolling your eyes gentleman…you need us to have sex! And you know we’re always a better option than your hand!).
So, with so many of us out there you’d expect a pretty good level of ‘sisterhood’ right? That whole ‘let’s give each other makeovers, have a pillow fight and talk all night’. This sounds like an intro to a porn movie but you get my drift!
We, as woman, should be helping each other achieve our individual and collective greatness. We should be celebrating our successes, supporting our failures and cheering each other on so I was appalled when I read an article (which you can read here) where a female sport blogger wrote that she thought one of the cheerleaders of the game she was watching was ‘too chunky to be a cheerleader’. In the words of John McEnroe; ‘YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!‘ Are you kidding me?? Are you looking at the same woman that I am?
Ladies, we need to have a little discussion about calling each other out like this. Since when is it ok to call anyone fat? Whether they’re someone you know, a celebrity or a stranger on the street? Sure, by all means, you can THINK a woman is fat, that they’re not dressed appropriately or even that they’re ugly but saying it to their face or writing about it online in such a blunt manner? Tasteless, crass and it does nothing but show how ugly YOU are!
Take Kim Kardashian for example. You’ve probably just rolled your eyes at the mere mention of her name but hear me out! What is wrong with her? I mean, really? So she became famous for a sex tape and now she’s just ‘famous for being famous’? So what? Is she personally affecting your life? No. Do I think that her fashion choices have been a little bizarre over the years? Sure! But who am I to say what she should and shouldn’t be wearing? If she looks in the mirror each day and likes what she sees and the way she feels, it’s none of our business, even if she is on TV. Just because she lives her life through a camera, it does NOT give you the right to attack her personally!
I mean, what the hell is up with THIS:
What is wrong with you ladies? She’s PREGNANT! Not fat, pregnant! Women put on weight when they’re growing another person inside of them. Sure, unfortunately all of her weight seems to have gone to her butt which was already pretty big but that doesn’t give you the right to call her a whale. Have some respect! Just because you may not agree with her life choices, love choices or family choices, don’t reduce your opinion to the level of spite. I would kill to have her pre-pregnancy body and I certainly wouldn’t say no to her bank balance so what exactly is your reason for all the hate? One word: jealousy and jealousy leads to nothing but an ugly soul.
If a strange woman walked up to you in a bar and told you that your dress (which you think you look and feel incredible in) made you look hideously fat and old, you would probably go into the toilets and cry so why do you think it’s ok to write on blogs or newspaper articles just how much you hate other women just because you don’t like who they are and you can’t be seen behind your keyboard? I just don’t understand why we’re all so happy to be so hateful towards one another? We all wear unflattering things at times or fall in love with the ‘wrong guy’ but why can’t we get a little compassion and understanding for it instead of outright criticism?!
Why don’t you try complimenting each other instead? When you’re in the fitting rooms and you see another woman looking fabulous in something she’s trying on, tell her! Everyone loves a compliment and it’s certainly refreshing to hear in a society full of criticism from the media and other women!
If a woman has her husband cheat on her, don’t say it’s because she ‘never paid him enough attention’; bake some fucking cookies, grab a box of tissues and be a girlfriend! If a woman falls over and splits her dress, don’t sit back and laugh at her; laugh WITH her and offer her a safety pin or some duct tape! 😀
It’s easier to be nice than a bitch so why don’t you start acting like a lady! And the next time you want to tell a woman she’s fat; keep your mouth shut and look in the mirror! As the old saying goes; if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
True beauty always starts from the inside out, not the other way around!