Oh I’m just a girl, guess I’m some kind of freak
‘Cause they all sit and stare with their eyes
Oh I’m just a girl, take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype
This morning started like every morning. I woke up around 5 a.m., grabbed my workout clothes and headed into the bathroom. I bring the phone with me, of course (come on, you do it too) and I glance at my notifications.
At the top of my Facebook news feed was this image.
Not going to lie. My initial gut reaction was… wtf?
Then, of course, I started to compare myself….
Well, I’m definitely not 0-3. I probably workout like 8 and 9 but I look more like 4 or 5. See… I AM fat. UGH, I KNEW IT!
That was literally my thought process.
Besides the obvious question of why we think it’s OK to analyze and critique body types, the body type titles are laughable.
NORMAL? Don’t even get me started. What in the hell is a “normal” body? Who defines “normal” anyway? And really, “normal” FOR who? Everyone’s “normal” is different.
Right? Have we not figured this yet?
Things like this are a big problem in our culture. We find it completely acceptable to parade female bodies around as if their sole purpose is to look at. Then we compare those bodies, picking a “normal” and unconsciously telling anyone who falls outside of that “normal” something’s wrong with them.
Or do we?
This post is going to go in a completely different direction that I thought it was going to go in.
While writing I showed the husband the photo expecting him to immediately have the same visceral reaction I did — this is SO WRONG!
Instead he looked and said,
“Why are you getting upset about one guy’s opinion?”
Why was I getting upset over one persons opinion? Why did I immediately feel the need to compare myself? Why did I look at each body and title with so much interest? Why did I care so much?
We ended up having a really good conversation about it. He truly didn’t understand why it made me feel so icky and I couldn’t comprehend how differently our brains were wired.
Case in point: Later in the afternoon I showed him this.
He looked over and very nonchalantly said, “I guess I’m a 3.” Then proceeded to put his head phones back on and started working again.