Sometimes, when I’m about to post a photo of myself in very few clothes, I have a moment where I think “oh shit, what are my parents going to say?” I am lucky enough to have fairly liberal minded parents (what up, Jesse and Tangela!) but while having lunch with my mama bear yesterday, she reminded me how different my body acceptance experience has been from her own.
There are a million factors at play in this situation, but they all boil down to the fact that powerhouse icons like Samantha Jones, Beyonce, & Salt-N-Pepa did not exist when she was my age. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to live in a world where people like @abbijacobson @lenadunham & @ilanusglazer have become icons of my loud, raucous, sex positive and overwhelmingly feminist generation, but I forget that many of my older sisters aren’t as immediately welcomed by our generation.
Some of you may think us crass, rowdy, and unnecessarily provocative. However, I tend to think our crass and rowdy behavior is what our foremothers fought for- they fought for an equal playing ground. And if men can parade around topless wearing shorts, showing their grizzly bear attributes to the world at large, forgive me if I can’t be bothered to feel ashamed of a few photos in my underwear. Body acceptance is more than just size acceptance- it’s accepting that beneath these layers of complicated fabric, we’re actually all basically the same. Imperfectly (yet absolutely perfect) humans.
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