Like a lot of women, I’ve been battling self-hate for what feels like my entire life. Whether it’s my body, my clothes, my attitude, or my intelligence, I constantly feel sub-par and inadequate and like everyone knows it. On top of that, I’m a perfectionist, so embracing my flaws has never really been a viable option. I underestimate myself in everything I do, and the thought of loving myself grosses me out. I am the anti-narcissist.
As a feminist, it’s especially hard for me to reconcile my
feelings of self-loathing with my fuck-societal-standards-mentality. I know that when I scrutinize my weight or
frown at my complexion in the mirror I’m falling victim to the sexist
expectations of femininity that are perpetuated by the media and society in
general. Sometimes I hate myself for being a bad feminist because of my
self-hate. It’s a vicious cycle.
While I believe that acknowledging the conflict between my
self-hate and feminism is a step in the right direction, self-acceptance is my
ultimate goal. That’s why I’ve been really fascinated with the fat acceptance movement, specifically its effect on global communities
of women via Tumblr and LiveJournal. I was familiar with the concept behind the
movement for years before I watched The Fat Body (In)visible and started reading some of the blogs of the women
who made/are featured in the documentary. Following Jessica, Margitte, Majestic,
and other fat acceptance bloggers Tumblr has really shaped my
views on the movement because their blogs illustrate fat acceptance in action.
They prove that accepting and appreciating bodies of all sizes isn’t as
ridiculous as society, science, and the media have made it seem. These blogs
have also created communities of readers and activists alike who participate in
a constantly-evolving dialogue about bodies. I think it’s safe to say that
these blogs have helped numerous girls struggling with eating disorders and
self-hate, as well as helped to further the fat acceptance movement as a whole.
Despite my gratitude for these bloggers and the movement
itself, I can’t get behind the idea of self-love fully due to my
anti-narcissist attitude. You don’t have to be terribly perceptive in order to
catch-on to the self-centered undertones of the blogs I listed above. It seems
like in order to love your body, you need to be obsessed with yourself and use
the word “I” at least in every sentence. I can’t get behind that. Why can’t we
maintain a consciousness and respect for ourselves as well as other people?
What if my self-love starts with accepting other people first and foremost?
After all, Narcissus, the boy who dies after falling in love with his image
reflected in a pool, isn’t the only person who is harmed by his narcissism. In
Ovid’s story, the nymph Echo pines for Narcissus in vain because he is too
occupied with his own image to notice her.
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