Funny, isn’t it? How we, as human beings, feel as though we have to be aggressive and hateful towards SOMEONE or SOMETHING at ALL times.
Not only do we shame girls who are even just slightly overweight, but we’ve now figured out a way to shame girls who are underweight as well. P.S. when I use the words overweight & underweight, I’m using what doctors deem the healthiest weight for your height and bone structure as the reference point. Those terms only exist in comparison to you. Your overweight can be someone else’s underweight, depending on your body type. Your healthiest weight might be 200 pounds, while someone else’s is 90.
Now, moving on.
Nicki Minaj’s intelligently-written lyrics to the beautiful masterpiece that is Anaconda (and yes, that was sarcasm at about level 900) goes a little something like this…
“I said, ‘Where my fat ass big bitches in the club?’ Fuck the skinny bitches, fuck the skinny bitches in the club. I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the motherfucking club, fuck you if you skinny bitches.”
Wow. Thank you for that, Nicki.
No no, as a girl who has attempted all her life to gain weight because she feels awkward, bony, and uncomfortable in half of the things in her closet, hearing those lyrics makes my heart sing.
No no, as a girl who has her own body image problems that just so happen to differ from yours, please continue to yell “fuck you” at me and my weight.
No no, as a girl who has spent hours upon hours trying to think of magical solutions to having a little ass and little boobs, please continue to talk about how his anaconda isn’t gonna want any of this unless I’ve got a “fat ass.”
You can uptalk bigger girls all you want. I’ll do the same. I love thickness. I think a giant ass is awesome. I think giant boobs are awesome. I think curvy hips and thick thighs are sexy as all hell.
But why the fuck do you feel the need to trash on the opposing end of the weight spectrum? Why the fuck do I have to feel attacked in order for you to feel better?
http://www.buzzfeed.com/reggieugwu/24-skinny-girls-who-arent-happy-with-nicki-minaj-right-now#189z3db (Incase you thought I was the only one enraged at this.)
And this is just the newest craze. To hate on girls for being skinny.
“Skin and bones.”
“Eat a burger.”
Do I love that people are coming together to fight the hate against overweight people? Absolutely. Do I love that people are working towards eliminating bullying towards people who don’t fit society’s idea of beautiful? 1000%. Do I love that people are working towards re-defining the meaning that society has given to the word beautiful? Without a doubt.
Do I love that people are, as a result, turning their hate towards girls who look like me? Towards girls who struggle with their weight differently? Towards girls who spend forever planning special diets loaded with protein because they hate their bodies? No. You know what, I don’t. And I’m about fucking done with it.
News flash to the entire world…
YOU DON’T HAVE TO BEAT DOWN ON ANYONE IN ORDER TO GET YOUR POINT ACROSS.
YOU DON’T HAVE TO HURT SOMEONE IN ORDER TO UPLIFT ANOTHER.
YOU DON’T HAVE TO HATE SKINNY GIRLS TO LOVE THICK GIRLS.
YOU DON’T HAVE TO HATE THICK GIRLS TO LOVE SKINNY GIRLS.
YOUR ASS IS FINE.
SO IS YOURS.
WE ALL FUCKING ROCK. WE’RE ALL FUCKING HOT.
STOP WITH THE HATEFUL WORDS AND DEMEANING LYRICS AND CRUEL NICKNAMES?
AND TO THE FUCKER IN 6TH GRADE AT AMERICAN HERITAGE THAT I’D NEVER MET IN MY LIFE UNTIL THE MOMENT HE TOLD ME WHAT HIS NEW NICKNAME FOR ME WAS, THE ANSWER IS NO. YOU MAY NOT CALL ME POPTART BECAUSE I’M FLAT-CHESTED… & FOR THE RECORD, THAT WASN’T EVEN CLEVER. SO GO FUCK YOURSELF.
It’s insane to me that women will attack one another endlessly because it makes them feel better. That may be the most cliche thing in the world, but it is 1000% true. And it’s hysterical to think that if we all banded together and loved and adored and built each other up, we would run the fucking world. But we’re too busy trying to make ourselves look better to everyone else, because as long as the hateful comments are directed elsewhere, they aren’t directed at us.