I hope she won’t mind me discussing this, but a friend and I had a conversation today about a writing assignment she just published that just seemed so ripe for further discussion.
This particular friend writes about healthy, happy living, for a living. All in all, I consider this friend a source of constant inspiration. She recently wrote a piece about self acceptance and body love…good stuff, right?. It’s amazing the kind of backlash this seemingly benign piece received, oodles of women calling other “hypothetical women” names and telling them that they shouldn’t for one minute love themselves, unless they fit into a worthy mold. Some comments even turned the tides on the writer; calling her a hypocrite for even promoting self-acceptance because of all the healthy living writing she does, even though never in her history of writing has she ever promoted anything weight loss related. Maybe I’m preaching to the choir here, but in my humble opinion healthy living is something that can and should be strived for by anyone, dieting on the other hand is a very personal thing, and neither should dictate the amount of self love we are entitled to.
It’s really so bizarre to me that people get so angry by just the concept of self acceptance…other peoples’! When I see a person that is confident and accepting of him or herself, I am most often in awe. What an enviable trait, to love oneself unconditionally!
Maybe I’m on a soapbox here, but how dare someone dictate who gets to love themselves and who does not. The more comments I read on this article,( that I’m not linking to because I’d rather not get petty and cause some sort of word war) the more disappointed I became in society. Perhaps I live in a bubble, having started my writing career for Elastic Waist where body love, regardless of the size of the body was the resounding message, because I really thought that perhaps society was getting a wee bit better and more accepting of different types of bodies.
I really can’t see a negative to living in a society where we all thought we were the cats meow, where we all truly, deep down in our souls knew that we are beautiful, charming, intelligent people deserving of all the love the world can muster–whether we wear a size 2 or a size 22.
So many of the negative comments that followed my friend’s article cited the idea that encouraging people to ‘love themselves’ would only lead to a reluctance to make positive changes in their hypothetically unhealthy lives. I’m not sure about you all, but the worse I feel about myself the more likely I am to hide in my apartment eating takeout and crying to my mom. When I feel good about myself and my life, those are the times that I am most focused on doing things to nurture and care for my health and well-being.
I definitely take the opposing opinion to the surprisingly popular opinion here, I say love yourself, love yourself sooooo much you want to stay home from work to make-out with yourself. Love yourself the most, because heck, if you’re not going to put yourself first, no one else is either. I for one am really sick of other people dictating how “we” should be, I say be who you want to be, like who you are, and if you want to change your job, or hair, or weight, or cup size, then do it–it’s no one’s business but yours.
Okay, I think I’m done now.
Now on to my food, my own ode to healthy living sans diet. Today was the first full day of Passover. It’s like a culturally mandated adventure in South Beach–it makes me cranky, or at least it will in about four more days. Today really wasn’t so bad.
Mandatory Matzo Brie
Not my first and certainly not my last matzo brie. 2 pieces whole wheat matzo and 2 eggs.
Salad with grilled salmon, roasted tomato, roasted peppers, cucumber and olives
Homemade lemon vinaigrette
Smoothie with kefir, raspberries and blueberries
Potato Leek Soup (Thanks Mom!)