It rained, all day yesterday. All. Day. It was quite the downer, and all I could think about was crawling into bed after work. Instead I crawled onto my bike and watched an episode of Suits, then got into my PJ’s shortly after.
This may be a bit more of a rant than confessions, a ranty Hump Day Confessions if you will.
I’ve come to hate the word skinny.
I hate what it stands for actually, and that it is such a commonly used, positive descriptor.
That quote makes me want to punt a small animal.
Skinny girl brand, skinny taste, skinny this skinny that.
I hate that girls are still striving to be “skinny.” And not even just girls, grown ass women.
Let me insert a disclaimer really quick. I’m not directly bashing
anything, any website, any brand, anyone.
The Skinnygirl line has some great tasting products out there, and I have tried some delicious recipes off of Skinny Taste and those kinds of websites. I have no beef with that.
It’s the word, and what it represents.
I personally, do not strive to be skinny. I’m over that. I’m SO over the mindset of
“I’m a woman therefore I should be slender and thin and skinny and always need a man's help with heavy things.”
As a woman, I strive to be strong. I don’t drag my ass out of bed at and do kettlebell swings and push-ups before work to with the hopes of looking malnourished. I don't drag myself to hot yoga on a Friday night after work hoping I sweat off some weight before the weekend.
Confidence is sexy. Strength, in so many forms, is sexy. Desperately striving to conform to look like the airbrushed models and what society has consistently brainwashed women to think is the ‘norm’ – that just ain't sexy in my book. Nor is it healthy. So stop.
Healthy is beautiful. Strong is beautiful. (Most days) I take pride in honoring my body by what I put in it, and the amazing things I get to do with it. The joy that working towards handstand push-ups brings me is fantastic. The pride I have in being able to deadlift the prescribed weight in a crossfit workout last month is still hanging around. Strength workouts not only give me some shape to my 5'11'' frame, but they keep my muscles happy.
When I moved into my house in Baltimore this past summer, I moved in alone. I moved my bed, my double mattress, my two dressers, by myself. And I'm damn proud of it.
Yes, this is another one of those love your body rants. But for the love
people Girls, can we please stop with the idolizing skinny crap once and for all? It's going to be the end of me.
My confession? I hate the word skinny.
Cheers to strong, and muscles, and fit.