Why Do We Have to Be Pretty All the Fucking Time?

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When I wake up in the morning, one of the first things I do before getting out of bed is to decide what I’m going to wear that day. I scan my overflowing closet in my mind’s eye, carefully matching (or in my case, not matching) the pieces I think will work together. Next, my thoughts wander to the perfect lipstick color and how best to style my unwieldy mane.

Yes, admittedly my first few thoughts upon waking are about how I look. And I’m kinda over it.

So why do I do it?

The simple answer — habit. The complicated answer — I have been brainwashed by a media that is largely influenced by making a business out of ugly-shaming me. Like so many of you reading this, I get frustrated by the constant pressure that I have to be pretty just to go to the grocery store, or to work, or to socialize.

And let me also say that I love having fun in fashion. But in my heart of hearts, I know that sometimes I’m doing it so I can feel like I’m enough.

And I’m pretty sure I’ve been sold a heaping load of stinking bullshit.

As a society, we have intentionally decided that pretty is the thing you should be, but you can never really get. It’s a total setup. And it absolutely requires you to be vigilant about the kinds of messages you allow yourself to hear. I know, you’re probably thinking, well, Pia, tell us how to do that so we can go and fucking do it.”

First, a teeny bit about my experience. My rocky road to healing only really started when I began making the kinds of environmental changes that created a safe space in which I could begin to experience worth beyond my appearance. And as I always say, I have not yet arrived. The journey is in the healing, and the healing is in the journey.

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Social media was the turning point in my recovery. All of a sudden I had access to resources and support for how to move past my eating disorder and begin accepting my exhausted self. I met fierce activists, proud fatties, plus size designers, chubby bloggers, thin allies, and now dear friends, all of whom have had an impact on my healing.

And I let myself be raw. I told my truth so that the collective energy  from these relationships began to kindle my spirit. I summoned a strength I never knew I had. I allowed my  thick, light-deprived thighs to bask in the sun’s warmth, aware that no one at all gave me a second glance.

Instead of reading mainstream magazines, I began to read blogs that celebrated larger bodies. Rather than hold onto old jeans that no longer fit me, I embraced the amazing options in plus size clothing and found a style that took into account my fluffy proportions AND my personal style.  I made a conscious choice to surround myself with images, words, and relationships that supported my work towards self-acceptance.

I became part of a revolution to take back my life, my choices, and my dignity. And in the process I became me — a mixed fat chick who fights for justice whilst eating gluten-free donuts. Because I’m allergic to gluten. Not because I give a fuck about carbs.

Ya know, I really want to not be writing about this in five years. I hope there won’t be a need.

In the meantime, bombard yourself  with positive messages with the same energy you were using to beat yourself up. It takes effort and planning to make fundamental changes in your thinking and your behaviors. Don’t worry, there is no race to the finish line. Take all the time you need, and celebrate the victories — big and small — along the way.

Sending much love, light, and healing to you!

xo

 

P.S. I have an amazing E-Course coming later this summer. Stay tuned!!

9 thoughts on “Why Do We Have to Be Pretty All the Fucking Time?

  1. I’ve been thinking about this lately. My whole life I felt the need to look pretty and be cute. When I was younger taking pictures was torture because I never looked like the girls in magazine or even my cute thin friends. It wasn’t until I started blogging that I realized I’m cute enough and damn it I like taking pictures of my self. It’s still a process and not where I want to be. There are days where I feel “ugly” and won’t leave the house until my face is full of makeup and my outfit is on point. Other days I say IDGAF this is me take it or leave it! We definitely need to take it this into our hands, society just seems to be getting worse and more obsessed with beauty. I always tell my nieces they are beautiful, but need to be more than just a pretty girl. I sure don’t want to remember as just a pretty woman!!! I have much more to offer and give than being cute!! Sadly that what most ppl care about!!!! 👎🏼

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  2. YESSSSSSSS!!!! For much of my life I have wishes for beauty and only now an I truly aware that it’s really not that fucking important. Yes, I kind to get all dolled up sometimes. It’s fun when I do. I don’t really think about it all that much anymore. Sometimes, I wonder if that’s me giving up, but then I take a deep breathe & remember that I’m living my truth. And my truth doesn’t involve a standing in front of mirror or reading magazines telling me how I should be “better ” as often as it used to.

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