Two days after I wrote about Body Currency I found three articles in a row that made me feel very hopeful.
This one asks why we’re so upset about fat in the first place, and why the author felt it necessary to base her life around it.
This one is a woman who achieved that amazing size 4 we all aspire to and realized it didn’t make her happy. Quite a sense of betrayal there, because that’s what we’re promised.
And finally this one I really like a lot. She talks about how your body isn’t your masterpiece, it’s your paint brush.
Your body is not your offering. It’s just a really amazing instrument which you can use to create your offering each day. Don’t curse your paintbrush. Don’t sit in a corner wishing you had a different paintbrush. You’re wasting time. You’ve got the one you got.
These articles all together in one day excite me. They are all by women who are tentatively questioning the supremacy of Body Currency, the idea that you are only allowed to be happy once you are thin, and if you aren’t the socially approved size, shape, and fitness, then you aren’t allowed to enjoy anything until you are.
I think women are starting, in small corners and groups, to get the idea that we’re being lied to and brainwashed.
It’s a tough realization.
It’s hard to realize that you’d have lived your life very differently if you’d known what was going on. I would have spent so much less time being worried about my size, and more worrying about my ability to be strong and have fun. I’d have spent less time hungry and ashamed.
I’d have done a lot less damage to my metabolism. And a lot less damage to my self confidence.
But these articles encourage me. I hope that this little whisper will get louder and louder until we stop listening to the voices that tell us we don’t deserve the good things in life.
And I keep hoping that the next generation of women will know better than to buy into that nonsense.