Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announce that today, I became an actual famous person. I did it – I was Freshly Pressed! Between this and the modeling, I just may quit my job. (Not really. Like, not at all really. People at my job: NOT REALLY.)
Because I have a reputation to uphold, I was going to post something snarky and self-deprecating about the post WordPress selected to put front and center. I was going to go on and on about how it was a post I wrote quickly when I was upset and how I don’t even think it makes a lot of cohesive sense and how if I’d known it was going to be broadcast so far and so wide, I would have written it much better. However, that is the plight of those of us writing in obscurity – you never know when you may be plucked out of it, even just for a day.
And now that I have been highlighted, ever so briefly, I figure I shouldn’t waste the opportunity being a sarcastic monster, especially because the topic I explored in the post, while relatively new to (and perhaps poorly presented on) this blog, is one that has followed me my entire life.
Simply put: I know a thing or two about overcoming self-esteem issues and am overwhelmed by the response generated by Bikini Body. What I thought was a flippant, poorly written post about how I just wanted to eat some sugar in peace ended up being a sounding board for women (and men) who feel shame and discomfort and judgment about their bodies and their eating habits every day.
The volume of response is both amazing and upsetting. I am so happy that we all have a community here in which to connect and share and (hopefully) be supported. And, in a very Pollyanna way, I hope this online community is a microcosm for the vast supportive networks that exist in the real world – maybe at schools or churches or coffee shops. Conversely, I am incensed all over again that we live in a society that values the way someone looks or the way someone eats over the way someone acts or the way someone is.
Some people have pointed out that advocating a high-sugar diet is unhealthy, and I could not agree more. I cannot pretend to be a great nutritional example: I’ve been a vegetarian for eighteen years and there are still nights that I fill up on carbohydrates because, quite frankly, it’s easier than making real food. There are times when I’ve eaten so poorly that I can almost feel my bones turning into dust, like when I survived quarters of graduate school on Diet Coke and Snickers bars. However, I’m at peace with that. I own that sometimes I eat like crap. And that does not have any bearing on my worth as a person.
The point I was trying to make in the Pressed Post is that people should consume food – food should not consume people. I am a firm believer that if we could remove stigma from food, we’d all be a lot healthier, mentally and physically.
And to the young women, the teenagers, who have spoken out here today, I absolutely must tell you that you will get better with age. And I am not referring at all to your outsides. You will get more confident, more hilarious, more self assured, and less anxious as you pass out of your teenage and high school years and start finding your own real, true place in the world. I could not have felt less important or interesting or desirable in high school. Now, in my old age, I feel like a genuine badass. I am a genuine badass. And it has nothing to do with who has chosen me. It has everything to do with who I have chosen.
Thank you all for liking and commenting and sharing the post and sharing with me. I am going to respond to every single comment (tomorrow morning, when my brain is functional again). I am so grateful for all the support and am terrified by all the new followers. I hope you came for the fleeting philosophy and choose to stick around for the permanent idiocy.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Now go eat some cookies.