When I saw this photo I knew that I had to write a post on it. This quote embodies everything that I’ve been saying for the past few months.
“In a society that profits from your self doubt, liking yourself is a rebellious act.”
How true is that!
I mean, think about this moment right now. The end of a year. The beginning of a new one. As I type, people are signing up for gym memberships and diet plans. They are making resolutions to lose weight, eat healthier, work out more. Women are looking in the mirror and loathing their facial features, their hair, their makeup, their clothes.
And who benefits from all of this self-hate?
Society, of course.
They fuel our insecurities so that they can sell us their magic potions that they swear will turn us into what “we” desire to be. But, it’s all a lie. An illusion. They are the ones that tell us that we need to be thinner, taller, stronger, lighter, prettier. They are the ones that make us feel like our bodies are ugly, our faces are ugly, our hair is ugly, our clothes are ugly.
So, we give them some of our money, and they give us a gym membership and another diet. We give them some more money, and they give us a new nose, or a face lift. We give them some more money, and they color, cut, and restyle our hair. They makeover our face with expensive powders and creams. They straighten our teeth or close our gap with braces. We give them some more money, and they give us new clothes, new shoes, new accessories.
They turn us into a brand new person and convince us that it was all our idea. That this was the person we’ve always wanted to be. That the person we were before was inferior and useless, but that now, now we’re desirable. Now, we’re perfect. Now, we’re lovable.
Until we aren’t.
Until we stop going to the gym, stop eating salads, stop keep up our hair and makeup and clothes. Until we become too tired to keep up with the Kardashians.
Or, even worse, until they decide that our new look is now ugly and that we have to change. Again.
And the cycle repeats. On and on until we die.
Which is why I love this quote and the self-love movement so much. Because, loving yourself is a rebellious act. When you’re at a dinner party and you grab a meatball instead of a carrot stick. When you’re talking with your girlfriends and you don’t join in on the “my thighs are so fat,” or the “what diet are you on now?” convo. When you wear those cute flats out on a date instead of those heels that kill your feet. When you look in the mirror and smile at what you see, because you are so wonderfully made.
That. Is. Revolutionary.