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I am silent, insane.
We’re as much defined by our words as we are by what we’d do in the absence of them.
A gang rape happened in Ohio and no one heard about it. A gang rape happened in India and everyone heard about it (as we should). The American media has represented India as a misogynistic country where women need to be constantly wary of the men that surround them. And after that gang rape, large-scale protests blocked the streets and clogged the media. Now, I am in no way saying that rape and domestic violence are not problems in India. As an Indian-American woman who has been to India many times and is incredibly familiar with the culture, I am in no way denying that. Rape, in India, is a serious problem. Rape, especially in lower class areas in India, is an extremely prevalent problem that needs to stop being ignored and taken seriously. Violence against women in India is a serious issue.
But violence against women in America is also a serious problem. Violence against women in South Africa, and Sweden, and Chile, and Thailand, is a serious problem. Violence against women is a serious problem. Period. Full stop. While our media went out representing India as a typical place for these deplorable events to happen, another woman’s similar story went ignored and without subsequent societal action. This country outright refuses to admit that it is a rape culture.
Our media and our country are so obsessed with presenting foreign countries as worse than us or uncivilized or, most importantly, undemocratic, they will blast our radios and timelines and homepages with news of rapes in India, but refuse to acknowledge that the same thing happens here and is happening here.
I can put my thoughts into words but I can’t put those words into English.
I have always felt uncomfortable when people expressed great hatred for the conventional high fashion model, and then praised the more shapely women for being “real”. How can one woman be more “real” of a woman than another? These curvy bodies are what society depicts as “what women should look like”. Now wait. Isn’t it a little unfair? Hypocritical, almost? That all of these campaigns to promote love for thyself neglect to cater to those who are honestly tall and/or thin (but then still fail to accept themselves as beautiful.)
I am not envious, no. I’m not angry, disgusted or annoyed. And I write this not with the intention to defame anyone.
It just seems as if a majority of our society is blinded with a false assumption that then isolates a portion of our community. It says that if you have minimal body fat, then you must love yourself and therefore you must be happy (and immune to insults). The fact of the matter is that everyone has insecurities, no matter how largely unreasonable they may be. (1) Beauty is subjective, and (2) we are our harshest critics. We will probably never be truly satisfied with ourselves but it helps not to have salt rubbed into the wound, right? Flat people have just as many emotions as a round person. So let’s not let our body shapes and sizes depict who we are and who others are, on the inside.
Perhaps we are just getting lazy and desperate for a solution to combat the rapid increase in eating disorders especially in today’s youth. Today’s plan for battle: make skinny people feel bad for being skinny and make everyone else feel perfect. It sounds like a fair plan in one way or another. But all of this intense shunning of size 0 models just seems like an overcompensation for the long hours of exercise that were replaced with blocks of chocolate and slices of pizza.
Is it time for the “real” and ”normal” people to run the fashion industry? We may as well stop producing smaller sized clothing. That’ll surely teach people to be skinny! (And maybe even eradicate the typical teenager’s undying desire to be thinner and thinner and thinner and therefore destroy eating disorders and therefore lead to a happier world?)
The S outlines of our bodies and the soft parts and the weight we carry should not denote how “real we are”. We are all bone and flesh. We are all decaying organic matter. Don’t get me wrong- I do commend people’s efforts to set the standards of beauty to something more suitable to the norm. I just do not like the idea of isolating a population from being considered beautiful in society’s eyes upon such a poor basis.
We are all humans on either side and along and in amongst the spectrum of fatness. And wonderful ones, might I add.
(And although, if you are truly attached to the concept that curves that determines how real a woman is, then to hell with that I’M FAKE AS FU—)
Rewards trickle in and hate comes in waves but the ship doesn’t care and the captain doesn’t care, that’s where the happiness of sailing lies.