I was brought up in a household that was volatile - (dad -alcoholic) but lucky enough with a mother who insisted gender was not an issue and tried very hard to provide some stability. I am 34 and appreciate my mam was ahead of her times. She NEVER commented on what I looked like or the clothes I wore. I realise how lucky I am.
I love reading,and without being boastful, would consider myself well read and well informed and consider myself a feminist. However, few people know this about me.Until recently, I have had many, many friends.
Since I got married however, I have found myself withdrawing from everyone. And this is something I vowed would never happen. I have started to see that most women/relations/ friends are primarily concerned with how I look and what clothes I wear.
I have been through a lot in life and achieved so many things I am proud of, like many women. What I look like, the weight I am and the clothes I wear are miniscule in the large scale of who I am, yet I feel this is what I am judged by constantly by others, especially my in laws. I know people commenting on what I look like is small talk, and trying to compliment me, but it makes me so mad!!!I am so much more than that.
I am avoiding being with women because I am realizing a lot of what they talk about concern their looks/ weight/ clothes and I am fed up with it. I have a beautiful baby daughter and am worrying how people's opinions's on her appearance/ clothes/ weight will affect her. I know I am strong enough to always ensure she is proud of herself, but find myself loosing myself in humanity and looks obsessed culture.
Do I need to wise up and stop taking things so seriously or start standing up and shouting 'no, fuck you, we are not defined by how we look?'