I’m tired of being shamed for my body. No matter what I do, I’m always “disgusting.” If I have abs I’m not considered “feminine,” if I don’t workout I’m “an anorexic twig who needs to eat a f*cking burger,” and if I dare to eat that burger instead of a salad I’m a “fat pig.”
I’m tired of being wrong. I’m tired of seeing magazines boasting the latest diet trends, weight loss secrets, make-up tricks, and hairstyles. I’m tired of being told that I need to either lose or gain weight. I’m also tired of being told that I need to wear more make-up to hide my ugliness, but not too much, lest I look like a cheap whore turning tricks at a circus.
I’m sick of being told that I don’t have enough “goods” to flaunt, and because of that my femininity is reduced to zero, and my chances of attracting a man are even lower. I’m tired of not having the right to my own body. I’m sick of looking in the mirror and loathing what I see.
image- Vincent Albanese