A few weeks ago I came across a post from a National Mrs. Pageant title holder. She had taken a picture of herself eating a cookie. The caption read, “When your not competing so you can eat that cookie! Then you remember….you still have to fit into your wardrobe.” This women is a Naional title holder of a very prestigious pageant. She is a roll model to many incuding children.
This struck a cord with me as pageantry already has the streotype of thinner, botoxed barbie dolls. Guess what? In order to obtain and maintain a healthy weight it’s about moderation, NOT deprivation. What message are we sending women who look up to and aspire to be a “pageant girl” or who want to “look” like a model. 1 cookie will not blow up hard work or a waistline.
This is why it is so important to change the conversation around dieting, body image, and almost impossible beauty standards. Because the definition of body “standards” must change.
I am all for living a healthy lifestyle incuding working out and eating right. I am and have been a vegetarian for over 14 yeasr now. I am a certified Raw Food and Vegan teacher, and I am a Naturopathic doctor. I know what a heathy lifestyle is. But I am not a size 2, 4, 6, or even 10. But I am a conscious women who knows what she should be putting into her body and how to fuel it.
I am a huge advocate for body poistivity and showing how hard you work at the gym but I will never be in favor of starving yourself to get to a certain weight in order to fit into a gown or a streotypical beauty mold.
I have been there….. I am a recovered anorexic. I never want to go back to thinking I “should” be a certian size to be seen as beautiful. Social media can do a number on anyone leading them to believe they are not enough if they don’t look like an airbrushed size 2 barbie doll. This is why this conversation has to happen. This is why I am speaking out when I see things that will open the dialogue about body posistivity and acceptance.
My journey with Breast Cancer forced me to see my inside. The most precious pieces of my soul. It is where I found who I truly am. Perfecting beauty is no longer at the forefront of who I believed myself to be. Don’t get me wrong, I still love my makeup and an amazing pair of heels. But it is because it makes me feel good. It is not because I want to fit the mold of what “beauty” looks like. Let’s be honest we want to feel beautiful and accepted. But there is no magic number on a scale that will make us feel that way. And if we live by the number on the scale, or by the airbrushed image in a magazine, or by someone else’s beauty standards; we will never feel as if we are enough. It is an inside job.