Thursday, March 7, 2019

Maybe if we stopped dieting, we could change the world.



It’s International Women’s Day. This is a day that celebrates all the diversity, power, and beauty that women around the world embody. Except I can’t help but think about the fact that on every other day, we are sent a barrage a messages that actually, we aren’t enough. Though these messages are slowly changing we are still, even in 2019, given the message that we aren’t enough in our relationships, mothering, careers, or our bodies. What was the last marketing campaign you saw utilizing a female? Mine was a perfume ad insinuating that this magic potion would make her so desirable to her male partner he wouldn’t be able to resist her because of this particular scent. We are told consistently through interpersonal relationships and glances on the train that our sources of value are our body shape, lack of wrinkles, ability to do and have the elusive “all.”

But on this day, International Women’s Day, we are actually celebrating our true value: our value in the ability as women to come together and raise our voices on a humanitarian issue to create change; our ability to support a friend or loved one; our ability to play the fucking cello or whatever the hell it is, because it is ALWAYS MORE IMPORTANT than our body weight and shape. Always.

But here’s the thing, we have been socialized to hate, fix, and focus on this one thing. Because what better way to take someone’s power than to trick them into believing that they have none.

And because of this, I write these words. I write them much more for myself than for anyone else. I write them for my incredible, fantastic, amazing daughter that has a potentially very tough road ahead having been born into a time where Donald Trump was elected the President of The United States. I write these words for the middle aged woman who still stands in front of the mirror cursing her dear, ageing body and face, wasting her most precious life on a value that just doesn’t fucking matter. I write them for the woman on her deathbed wishing she had spent more time being present with her children than counting her calories. I write them for the gorgeous, soulful teenage girl who cuts her wrists and starves herself because of all the hate, fear, and anger that has nowhere else to go. And, I write these words for you. Whoever you are. If you take anything away from this article, please just think for a moment about how many of your limited moments you give away to this lie. Think for a moment about how much you would accomplish and enjoy your life with all of those lost moments.

What would you do with all of that time? Our most precious commodity.

If you’re looking for more inspiration and self-empowerment and overcoming your own challenging belief systems, I really love following Jameela Jamil (www.instagram.com/jameelajamilofficial)who is a fierce activist for women and body positivity.

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I wish you well. And please feel free to reach out to me if you have any questions or just need a little support. We all do.

Love x
Megan