In view of our studying the image of a woman’s body this week mixed with the usual contrary subjects such as imperfection and ism’s we have given in our society; I am thinking about my own body and conversations I have had with friends on the subject. I have been avoiding looking at myself in the mirror for several years now. Not that I could really see myself well because of my visual disadvantages but I know from feel that I do not think I would like the look of my body. I had a friend comment last week, “I am glad you are realistic,” when I commented on how her body shape was great for her age. Instead of typical womanly comparison to see who was looking better; we celebrated in the coma rotary of aging as we are meant. And though we feel and this act this confident at times; I believe all women go through at least one moment of their day where they are uncomfortable about something with their body. I know I do. I have another friend who is going through cancer treatments and has lost all of her hair. One day when she picked me up for girls night out she said, “I am sorry and I hope you don’t mind but I didn’t feel like putting on my hair today.” I personally thought this was the cool thing in the world to be able to choose your level of comfort and frustration over getting ready to go out. Yet I also seen the side of my friend that cares about what society thinks and felt she should apologize for what she was experiencing because her appearance was not normal. We will we ever be happy with just who we are?
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