a lighthearted post for your friday

I have a suggestion. No, a demand. Let’s retire the phrase “real woman”.

I love that the definition of beauty extends beyond a size two. I am happy to hear people calling women like Kim Kardashian or Christina Hendricks sexy, instead of just women who are closer in size to  Kate Moss or Thandie Newton. But somewhere along the way, in an attempt to celebrate curves and encourage women to be unashamed of their hips and thighs, the phrase “real woman” came to fruition. And what I want to know, is how a woman’s fucking jean size determines whether or not she is real.

You can’t fight the body image issues of women by cutting other women down. It’s counterproductive. Just because a woman isn’t as curvy as Sophia Loren doesn’t mean her value or worth is less, or that she isn’t equally as sexy. And dammit, it doesn’t always mean she won’t eat dessert, or that she is maniacal about calories. Just like some women aren’t meant to be a size two, there are also women who aren’t meant to be a size 10. I think sometimes people don’t realize this.

If we want women to love their bodies, we have to got to stop pinning them against eachother. It shouldn’t be a battle of skinny vs. curvy. If a woman is healthy and happy, that’s all that should matter.