I’m fed up with being overweight and feeling frumpy, but I’m struggling to reconcile this with guilt. My mother brought me up to essentially believe that I shouldn’t care about how I look, that it’s shallow and incompatible with truly held feminist views. She was a 70s feminist, but also had other issues that might have affected her opinion about appearance (almost certainly an unhappy marriage, and almost certainly undiagnosed autism - I was diagnosed at 42). In particular, I feel very guilty for wanting to lose weight. I’ve had binge eating issues all my life, and now have borderline high blood pressure as well as feeling uncomfortable and limited in how my body works. I have lost weight in the past, and felt much better and happier for it, but also felt guilty. I’m now 48, and at least 3 stone overweight. I feel frumpy and unstylish, but also happy to stay in my safe zone. Additional background- marriage is a bit of shambles, and I am essentially responsible for holding us up financially and practically (husband has a worsening drink problem).
Thoughts pls. How does caring about your appearance, and weight loss in particular, intersect with feminism in your opinions? I know it’s what I believe that matters, and that’s not related to how I look, but this underlying belief is very hard to shift and is limiting my ability to make decisions that would be best for me. Thanks.