Before any of you read this I want to warn you all that it is full of ‘thinspo’ that hideous whole in the world of social media where people (usually women) compare and encourage each other to be the thin. The newest thing, which was just brought to my attention is seeing if your waist is smaller than an A4 piece of paper. Yes, that’s right it’s no longer about how much air there is between your thighs (thigh gap’) or how prominent your bones are between your breasts (‘bikini bridge’) but now how small your waist is. Or as I like to think of it, how fucked up your organs are – how squashed they are together inside you to make your waist smaller than 21 centimeters.
It’s like Victorian times are back: I expect brothels to pop up everywhere as waist training becomes more and more popular. I was watching TV the other day and there was an advert for some hideous contraption which promises to give you are more defined waist. It was depressing and made me realise that I want nothing to do with this. I don’t want a thigh gap or a trained waist (trained to do what? If it can sing in Spanish then I’d be impressed) because I want muscles and knees which can hold me up.
All of this is so depressing, all of this seems to target women (but like everything I am sure there will be an equivalent for men soon), all of this makes thinness a competition, all of it seems to mean that being thin and having prominent bones is the only way you are worth anything. I am so lucky that my (hashtag alert) #fitfam don’t care since they are some of the women who influence me the most. At the same time I wouldn’t be their friend if the aspired to have a waist smaller than a piece of paper (seriously – a piece of fucking paper).
Competition between women always seems to centre around the man they have and the body they have (and maybe now the number of social media followers they have). When – and why – did these become the most important things ever? When did other women start to care? And (last question I promise) am I the only one who doesn’t give a fuck and is slightly tired by it all? I want to go to these young women, gently take the piece of paper away from them and somehow make them realise that it isn’t important. It’s like that ridiculous protein advert which asked if you were bikini body ready and had someone with no muscles advertising their product (they sold protein powder, I am not going to buy your shit if it makes me look like her: I want muscles). All of this is designed to make you feel shit about the body you have.
So this is me metaphorically shouting from the rooftops that I love my body. It hasn’t given me a thigh gap or a bikini bridge or a tiny waist but it has given me regular bowel movements, no health scares, and the ability to stay alive. I wouldn’t change any of those for thinner thighs (nothing is worth constipation, nothing).
We are all worth so much more than this shit.