Showing posts with label body issues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label body issues. Show all posts

Big Love LOLz

We were invited by New Media Factory's Live, Love, LOLz to guest on their show yesterday, with the uber funky and sexy momma, Karrots Nazareno!

I love how we really maximized the 1-hour show by talking about our principles and beliefs as body-image warriors.

Enjoy! :) We know we did ♥

with the very kwela tita K

taken by NMF's Max, from the monitor :)

It's a wraaaap! :)

off to get some cocktails in Apartment 1b

my nude, foldable flats from @frolliconline Instagram
my black cardigan from @curvecouture Instagram
Stacy's dress from @exztraplus Instagram


SPREAD THE {BODY} LOVE!

Plump love,
Danah

RE-POST: THERE ARE NO BAD BODIES.


I just had to repost this. It sums up all our beliefs, and most especially the advocacy of this blog. It moved me, it gave me the goosebumps, and I almost cried. Everyone should read this. Everyone should understand this. Please share this article wildfire, because it just might save somebody's dying self-esteem.

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ALL BODIES ARE GOOD BODIES.

There are no bad bodies. The concept of “bad bodies” is a conspiracy.

On average, women see over 400 advertisements a day with glamorized images of what they should look like.

You know what all those images have in common?

They are selling something. Make up, a gym membership, clothes, hair products, restaurants, diet plans, razors, plastic surgery, etc.

There is a reason this ideal exists. It’s to make money. There is a reason that thin has been so culturally accepted as the way to have a “good” body. There is a reason that the beauty ideal - thin frame, even round breasts, long legs, smooth skin, long sleek hair, perfect complexion, made up, and wearing a certain style of clothing - exist for a reason.

The reason, is that if corporations can manage to convince women that they aren’t beautiful the way they are, they can convince them that they need certain things to make them beautiful.

Like diet pills and diet food and a gym membership and make up and cover up and nail polish and spanx and fancy clothes and more and more and more.

It is a conspiracy to make money.

And it’s one of the most successful conspiracies in the world.

You know what else those ads all have in common? They show those women as being happy and successful; having friends, going to parties, having men desiring them, being confident, smooth, and popular. This had led to an abundance of women who deeply believe, consciously or not, that the only way to achieve happiness, is to achieve a certain aesthetic.

It’s not just the media. because this has been so widely spread, and accepted, you hear it everywhere. from your peers, your parents, your teachers, even strangers.

IT’S. NOT. TRUE.

Bodies have become such a taboo, and such a subject of shame for most women, that girls don’t grow up seeing real women’s bodies. Not represented by the media, and not even represented by the women in their lives. I think it’s pretty rare for a girl to grow up seeing all different shapes and sizes of women being represented proudly, and not in the context of “look how disgusting this part of me is.”

So who do they look to, to try to understand what women should look like?

Magazines, tv commercials, etc etc.

So they think that’s what all people should look like. So of COURSE they feel like something is wrong with them. Of course they do.

But there isn’t. There is nothing wrong with you.

The part of your body that you think is just *wrong*, and *deformed*, and *hideous.* Why? Your body is built exactly the way it’s meant to be. It’s your body. And anybody who tries to tell you there is something inherently bad about it is brainwashed.

There are no bad bodies. There are only bodies that are well taken care of, and bodies that are not. If you eat food that makes you feel good, and do things that make your body feel good, then your body will find the weight, the size, and the shape that is best for it.

That might be 90 pounds. 120 pounds. 180 pounds. 250 pounds. More or less. Anything.

So maybe, next time you’re sitting there just thinking about how fat, and ugly, and wrong you are, take a second to ask yourself, why do I think that?

The reason is, because you have been programmed to think that. You have grown up in a toxic environment, where that concept - the concept of good and bad bodies - is everywhere. And just knowing that won’t make those thoughts go away, but maybe, it will give you more perspective. Maybe then you can step back, and say, “okay. this isn’t real. This is actually complete and utter f*cking bullsh*t.”

Your body is a good body.

Your body is the perfect body.

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Source: Stop Hating Your Body tumblr


Plump love,

Danah

Love, Skinny Iranian


It still really overwhelms us to know that our blog is able to reach thousands of people from all over the globe. You could just guess how I reacted when an Iranian reader emailed us this very heart-warming message. It's so elating to connect to women who truly understand our advocacy. Some of you may think we're all for plus-size empowerment ONLY. WE ARE FOR BODY ACCEPTANCE, fat, skinny, tall or short -- what we aim is that you, our readers, realize that everyone is far more than his/her looks, and that we are all BEAUTIFUL. :) And I'm glad to know that Yas gets that. :) Read on.

Dear Plumpies:

First of all as a skinny girl, I want to thank you for promoting the HEALTHY body image.

Many websites try to give different ( and by different I mean other than " normal " women ) a false sense of confidence by trashing other women, and I'm glad you're trying to avoid that as much as possible.

I'm Yas, one of your international readers, from Iran. Don't ask how many proxies I have to use to round government based blocks and filters to get to read you and other Asian bloggers daily blogs. I have always had a thing for south east Asian countries and cultures, and after discovering street style blogging I managed to take it to a whole new level. To top that off, I have known many Pinay women through out my life ( My uncle married one! ) and I can say Pinay women are the most confident women I have ever seen.

Most of the over weight, fat, chubby, fuller, whatever- you- like- to- call- it women, feel like losing weight guarantees their happiness. They feel like weight is the only thing holding them back from living the dream. Let me tell you something, that is not true. I'm almost 5.11 and 120 lbs, back in high school and even some time into my time in university I felt like the most miserable, out of place girl I have ever known. I was constantly made fun of at school over being too skinny. I nearly force fed myself, hoping to get the proportional dreamy fuller body that I thought would get me off the hook of the bullies. It recently came back in the form of numberphobia. I would weight myself ten times a day, and I beat that with a simple mentality : Weight is nothing but a number. No really, it is. I replaced my horrible habit that was turning into a torture with something much better. Every morning, I wake up in the morning, get naked and look at myself in the mirror. If I'm happy with what I see, then thats good enough for me. Unlike what I thought and I'm sure most women still think, strangers won't ask your weight.

I guess the point I'm trying to make is, we all go through insecurities. It is not weight related, it's all about what is requested of us. Stores want us to be a certain size and they have showed that by not carrying larger or smaller size. Designers and Makeup artists want us to dress and look a certain way, by over advertising and pretty much forcing their products down our throats. At the end of the day it does come down to just being happy with ourselves. Believing that who we are and what we have is enough, and living for ourselves and no one else.

I can honestly say I envy women who are that content with themselves, regardless of their race, nationality or weight.

Thank you.
Skinny Iranian

PS: I can assure you, you and stacy are seriously two of the top bloggers I know, and I'm a style blog junkie.You have no Idea how important what you are doing is. If I had known about media outlets like your blog during my awkward stage, I would have had a much more enjoyable teenage-hood and there for a more pleasant high school stage. At the end of the day all women need to remember,its all about self acceptance and nothing more.



Yas, you are so beautiful. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts for being so open to our advocacy. You're one of the brightest readers we've ever encountered. :) I really enjoy our exchange of emails.

Plump love,
Danah

My Best Friend's Wedding (and some realizations)

Our afternoon of April 28th was spent being part of a simple yet beautiful, intimate outdoor wedding. Everyone and everything were lovely and excited, and so was I, as I eagerly waited for my best friend (since first grade!) to finally marry her boyfriend and baby daddy. ♥

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As the ceremony started, I was ushered by the bride's uncle to a seat positioned right across where the guests were seated, a few feet away from the altar. I was chosen by my best friend to be one of the witnesses in her wedding thus the distinct separation from the others who attended as guests. I got quite surprised because I didn't expect that where I'd sit would be so visible to everyone who came.

Realizing this, self-consciousness began seeping through my brain. People everywhere had cameras stuck to their hands, clicking the shutter button again and again and again, trying their best to capture every moment of the wedding. For a minute I started to become fidgety because I was wearing a short, black dress, and my legs weren't freshly shaved. I began to fretfully fix my posture and the way I sat, making myself aware if there was someone taking a photo that included me, so I could angle myself better (because at that point I was so conscious of how I'd appear in the photos, I wanted to look good in every single one--which was actually impossible considering the fact that there where 3 official photographers plus all the other bunch who had their point and shoot cameras! HAHAHA).

But then, all the tension and the self-consciousness immediately took a back seat when I realized that I was at a beautiful wedding on a beautiful late afternoon. I snapped out of it. I came back to my senses. My best friend since first grade, Trish, is getting married. The one I played Chinese garter (I remember she would always be the "savior" because she's such an expert at the game) and patintero with, the one I hid under a makeshift "clubhouse" made of blankets and pillows with, the one I experienced the pains of puberty with, the one I got kikay with, the one I went to clubs and parties with, and the one I can just completely be myself with, is getting married.

So I told myself I wouldn't let the growing hair on my shin or my bad angle in photos get in the way of being fully present in the wedding of my best friend. I began to shift my focus to the bride and groom, and the wonderful Thursday afternoon that will commence their lifelong commitment to love each other unconditionally.

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When the vows (that left me sniffing, teary-eyed, and smiling all at the same time) had been said, after the groom and the bride shared a sweet kiss, and the second the wedding ceremony was over, a bunch of dolled up girls started whipping out their mirrors and started redoing their faces. I didn't mind it at all, but the supposed quick fix turned into a longer session of primping, and they were still at it even after the mother of the bride invited the guests to move to the reception. Danah caught me looking--okay fine, she caught me staring (in awe and befuddlement)--and told me that they've been like that the entire time during the ceremony. She told me that they've been checking their faces and their hair from time and time and it was a bit distracting (and disturbing, if you come to think of it. I mean, their faces wouldn't fade or rearrange or something, so why the fuss?).

I'm not to hate or judge girls who are overly self-conscious, because as I've shared with you, it still has its way of getting to me too, but only rarely, on some occasions (and I'm glad it only lasted for a few minutes the last time!). You see, I used to be extremely self-conscious about my weight, my hair, my skin--in short, everything about my appearance. But body appreciation has been my saving grace from ALL of my negative body issues. It affirmed me that we are all different, hence, comparing one's body to others is futile. It made me see all the wonderful things that my body can do for me, and it made me grateful--a complete opposite of the whining, mean person that ridiculed and hated my body way back when body appreciation was in limbo in my life.


I used to be self-conscious. But now, I laugh and point at self-consciousness jeeringly in the face (see photo above). I don't let it hinder me from doing anything that I want anymore. Shoving self-consciousness hard making it land on its little restless butt liberated me. It gifted me with days when I can leave the house in my shirt-shorts-unshaven-legs-and-espadrilles outfit (it couldn't be clearer how much Danah hates this look on me :P She rolls her eyes every time she sees me in this outfit! HAHAHA! KEBER!), without any makeup (hello blemishes!), and without ironing my hair--in other words, days I call days when I'm feeling too cool to care about how I look. BUT (!!!) don't get me wrong, I know we tell you girls to make yourself look good to feel good and vice versa, but when you start becoming too worrisome and obsessive on how you look, then I honestly think it's a red flag for excessive self-consciousness. Though it may seem innocuous, eventually it could lead you to investing so much time, money, and effort on very shallow things that do not even last. Self consciousness can hinder you from striking a conversation with someone who could share the same passion for music like you do. It could prevent you from hearing a beautifully written vow at a wedding. It could paralyze you from the fear of sharing your talent that the world is dying to watch unfold. Self-consciousness seems to be something so shallow, and yet, as clichéd as it may sound, it could let you regret later from missing the moments that give true joys in life.

I'm writing this because I just want you girls to realize that you are so much more than your looks. You can be pretty AND SMART. You can be a gorgeous woman AND A GREAT WRITER. You can be cute AND GOOD IN SPORTS. You can be beautiful PLUS so many other adjectives. Don't strive to be just one, to be just beautiful (physically). Besides, as what we've always believed in this blog, you don't have to look perfect to be beautiful. Your imperfections make you interestingly beautiful. ;)


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Before I go, here's the obligatory Outfit of the Day photo! ;)

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Black dress, necklace, bangles Forever 21 | Studded flats Payless | Shades Mango



Keep loving thy awesome self,
Stacy


P.S.: In case you were wondering, the intimate Christian wedding took place in Tian-Di Spa, Barangay Addition Hills, San Juan City. And all the wedding photos posted were grabbed from the online wedding album of the bride. :)

Verbatim (#1)


I really like quoting substantial people with their take on body appreciation/body issues.

This commences a new section of our blog, which I'll simply entitle "Verbatim."

A society where women are applauded for their ability to become smaller, I have realised, is something that poses more danger than I would have imagined. It is thinness, not health, trimness, not intelligence, that is still portrayed as the true measure of success.
-- Helen Dring

Come to think of it, what she said was entirely true. Sad. But true.

More entries coming this week! :)



Stacy