Feminism demands a future free of fat shaming, body obsession and the male gaze.
Dear fellow survivors, There’s no question about it — it was aggravated sexual assault. It was pre-meditated. The exact categorization of the assault is probably attempted rape.
I destroyed myself because I loved someone else more than I cared about myself. The relationship was very much like the effects of alcohol - it feels great while you're drinking it but once you stop, it hurts.
I am well. I have a body; I am living. I have a mind; I am thinking. The mind does not relent. There are lungs in my chest that expand and fill to sustain me. There is a heart nestled between them that constricts to force life into me.
Don’t ask me for a specific date. Or even a location. Actually, don’t ask me any questions at all. What I’m telling you here is what I can remember. Some of that has to do with having been drugged. In the early 80s, I had never heard of the ‘date rape’ drug. I didn’t club or party, so I was a part of the scene that had such a vocabulary.
This essay will demonstrate how the pregnant body is both deeply personal whilst being subject to intense public scrutiny. The physical space that a pregnant body occupies in public, and the visibility of something that is deemed to be private, puts growing attention on the expectant mother. A sense of public responsibility for a future citizen (Luce, 1996) forces upon her unwanted opinions and expectations. For the purpose of this essay, the term ‘public’ is treated as interchangeable with the word ‘political’, because it is referring to the everyday politicisation of bodies that makes them public. (Jamie, 2020) For a more in-depth analysis, it will ignore the medicalisation of the pregnant body; the medical surveillance placed on women by midwives and other health professionals. Instead, it will focus on cultural scrutiny, in the form of prying relatives, acquaintances and strangers (Dwyer, 2006) feeling the right to place judgment on the pregnant woman. It will consider the patriarchal environment in which this right to ownership of the female body has been cultivated and worsened by the influence of the media. Drawing upon the routine sexualisation of women in the media, this essay will demonstrate the binary expectations of female sexuality. Within this narrow discourse, it will question the whereabouts of pregnant women. Why it is suddenly unacceptable and wrong for a pregnant body to be ‘sexy’, despite having been ‘sexed’ (Dwyer, 2006). How do pregnant women straddle this ‘Madonna-Whore Dichotomy’ and what implications does this have for the woman and her partner? It will also question this in the context of pornography. Lastly, there will be an examination of how some celebrities have shown both their maternal and sexual pregnant bodies, and in doing so have liberated themselves and other women from the binary categories that they could have fallen in to.
Ok. So here goes. I’ve never written anything about fashion or clothes before and I suppose this isn’t really going to be about clothes as much as it is about body image. But I’ll let you be the judge of that.
Xxxxxt, Finally, I’ve mastered the courage to confront you, to tell my story, to reclaim my virginity. Let’s travel back to Winter Ball, Freshman year in High School.
Dear beloved readers, Because society is so bent on this ideal body image, we need to stop comparing ourselves and others to those who are more skinny. First of all, that is damaging to women and men alike. When they, having been told to look a certain way, diet, exercise, get on weight loss medications, chances are they have been told that through the advertisements, tv, the radio, and magazines since the age of four or five. Society in the Western Hemisphere has been pushing this certain weight, hight, skin type, hair type, eye color, and other things that promote toxic beauty standards. Chances are that young girls and women, and also boys and men, already feel insecure.
When you begin thinking you are no longer safe around your own family is when you need to speak up. When you begin questioning your worth.
I have always had big boobs. I was THAT girl starting in middle school. Before I had even experienced my first kiss, I heard a rumor in the 7th grade that I had given a bj in a school bathroom. I was sexually harassed by boys (and girls slut-shaming a virgin) just because to most people, big boobs = promiscuous. I was even sexually harassed by a female teacher.
If you get a period, you’ve probably seen an ad for these somewhere. They’re the hot new blood soakers meant to make having a period more sustainable and easier to manage. No more leaking through pads at night or tampon pee string or menstrual cup rinsing. Just super absorbent panties that can last users as long as 10 hours. Since I hate the hassle of other period products, I decided to invest.
It’s Friday night, I was 16. My friends invited me out to a party and I was itching to get out, so I agreed. We had planned on drinking so we didn’t want to drive ourselves. A mutual friend had offered to give us a ride to the party, and back home. We thought that was a good idea and we could all have fun together without having to worry since we had a “responsible” designated driver.