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9 In Sunflower

Fuck Society’s Standards

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“other women’s bodies
are not our battlegrounds”
Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

Every single day, I look in the mirror and have a mental war with what I see.

Stemmed from years of never really having a clear understanding that I was meant to be different. I wasn’t born to look like all the other girls on the cover of magazines or in the movies. What made it worse was the constant bullying I endured my entire life. Back handed compliments and my peers just tearing down every inch of my body. The belief that they did these things because I was nothing, made me believe that I truly was nothing.

And here we are.

Now convinced that if I am not naked no one will notice me but if a day comes where I feel better about my body, than the last, I am just seeking attention. That it is a double edge sword and no matter which end I pick up I will slice my hand.

Convinced that skinny is good, but bad, but… good?

Told all my life that I was too skinny and must eat, but all I saw were models that were skinny. Constantly referred to as a “skinny bitch” but never allowed to call someone out for being bigger than me. Never really understanding why society is allowed to say, “Men like their women with meat on their bones.” but still deem it rude when they are told they prefer differently.

Convinced that I must tear other’s bodies down to lift mine up, because only one of us can be beautiful.

Why is this a discussion anyway?

Convinced that my opinion of my own body didn’t matter. That only the boys in my school could judge my worthiness. Taunted by boys with their dark humor, believing that my body was only good for making babies. That I was only meant to cook and fuck and nothing more.

Yet will be cheated on once my body has begun to change to carry life.

Because my body had become disgusting and I didn’t look like I did before.

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Society’s endless war with women and shaving their legs.

That if I don’t shave no one will want to be with me. That hair wasn’t truly meant to stay on my body yet perfectly fine for a man. Yet the same people believe we evolved from monkeys but can’t understand why we as humans have hair growing all over their bodies.

And that my boobs naturally sag.

Picked on for not wanting to wear a bra because I felt they were uncomfortable. People not being taught that just because you can see my nipples through my shirt, you still shouldn’t stare. Instead they are taught to taunt and tease and stare until I become so uncomfortable I decide to cave. Only fully feeling free when you can go home and take it off.

And then shock everyone when they see their true form.

Disappointment when they realize that my boobs aren’t perky and are rather small. Convinced that the only way someone will find me attractive is if I push them together and only make love with the lights off so no one will know.

Convinced that my body is not mine.

That I need to consider what every one else will think when I look at it. Will they like my flat tummy? Are my hips too wide? Will they stare at my butt when I wear those jeans?

Who gets to do those things? Why?

Standing there staring at my body wondering when I will see the beautiful sculpture my now boyfriend says that it is. Wondering when I will be able to learn to accept my body and all of its changes. Wondering when society’s standards won’t impact me. Determined to continue with my day even when I look at it and truly wish to cry.

For I have no idea who I will be that day.

Will I be the confident queen deflecting the unwanted judgement from others? Or will I be the scared little princess waiting for a Prince Charming to come to my body’s rescue?

When will I be able to use the advice I give others for myself?

When will I love myself?

Fuck society’s standards.

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9 Comments

  • Reply
    Kare
    June 9, 2017 at 9:42 am

    Wow. This is so deep and I can truly relate with a lot of what you write. I love your honesty.

    • Reply
      Catherine Holmes
      June 9, 2017 at 9:44 am

      Thank you! I wanted to try a really blunt and honest approach to keep it authentic. This is what I went through all my life and its made me who I am as a result. Thank you for reading (:

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    Sonyo Estavillo
    June 9, 2017 at 8:17 pm

    I agree with you that it doesn’t matter what anyone else says about your body or what it ought to look like. Ultimately, we should be proud of who we are regardless of what is on the outside. In this age, thin is often glorified as what is considered “beautiful.” When we are confident with whatever shape our body happens to be, that confidence is the type of beauty no one can take away.

    Great post! 🙂

    • Reply
      Catherine Holmes
      June 10, 2017 at 8:19 pm

      yeesssss. be confident in your body. not the idea of someone else’s.

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    Jenna
    June 9, 2017 at 8:38 pm

    This is honestly so important, I think everyone struggles with this. and it’s important for people to just love their own bodies they way they want them to be. 🙂

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    Victoria
    June 9, 2017 at 9:27 pm

    Love this. I remember when I was 11 years old in the store with my sister and her boyfriend. He yelled out “ugghh” and pointed to a woman wearing shorts with hairy legs and continued to say that’s nasty.

    I remember when I got home, looking at my legs and trying to cut my little leg and arm hairs with scissors.

    Now that I’m married… f*ck shaving…in the winter… :-/

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      Catherine Holmes
      June 10, 2017 at 8:21 pm

      Luckily my boyfriend doesn’t care. He finds me attractive regardless! I only shave when I know it’ll be really warm!

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    jhilmil
    June 10, 2017 at 5:06 am

    Its really sad of the past thoughts & bullying you went through! But I’m glad that you are trying to be confident carrying your body your way!
    http://www.mommyinme.com

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