Thursday, June 16, 2011

I'm No Beauty Queen

I'm no beauty queen, but of course this is no secret to anyone who knows me in real life. I am just over five feet and weigh well over the recommended 120 lbs that all the BMI charts recommend. My hair isn't perfect. Neither are my teeth. Or skin. Or nails (save for the occassional pedicure/manicure I get about twice a year). But there has been something that's been bugging me for awhile and I wasn't quite sure how to put it into words or if I should put it into words at all. However, I have run across blogs and subject matter that has just brought this issue to the front and I figure since it has spoken to me, maybe it'll speak to some of you. And if not, well, that's okay, too.

Just because I'm not a "perfect" size and I don't have the "perfect" body, why should I feel less than worthy to exist?

The answer is: I shouldn't. And neither should anyone else who is less than perfect. (And really, what is perfect anyway? An ideal of what TV, movies, magazines and video games have deemed worthy? How many of those women actually exist?)

This idea started with the Dove campaign a couple of years ago. Here was a company who was willing to lift the veil and expose the magazine industry for what it was. It allowed women to embrace themselves as themselves and not worry about anybody else. They even had a campaign for older women, which was brilliant.

Recently, Lands End did a Swimsuit Confidence campaign in which they encouraged women to post pictures of themselves in bathing suits. For those of you who are unaware, Lands End makes a wonderful assortment of bathing suits that fit real bodies. They even sell their two piece suits seperately for those women who are bigger on the bottom than the top (or vice versa). They also make mastectomy swim suits. I fully support Lands End for their efforts.

The deciding factor of this blog post was a meme I've been seeing for the past two weeks: What I Wore Wednesday hosted by The Pleated Poppy. Every Wednesday, Lindsey, and dozens of women who link up with her, post pictures of themselves wearing outfits they wore the previous week. Every woman boldly shows off what she wore the previous week. Granted, these meme is for the fashionista which I clearly am not, but what it stands for is so much more.

Driving home last night from a Mary Kay party, I've decided that  I am very definitely a woman and I'm going to enjoy it. I don't have to be a frumpy woman just because I happen to wear double digit sizes. I can be pretty. I can be well put together. I can be happy. I can be fun. And none of these thing depend on a number on the scale, the size of my clothes, or whether or not I compare to other women (I don't nor them to me).

In the words of Popeye: "I yam what I yam."