The Fantasy of Being Thin
Over at Kate Harding, one of the more hardcore body acceptance blogs that I read, Kate has written an absolutely right on the money post about The Fantasy of Being Thin. It’s a bit long, but I highly recommend it. This woman should write a book. Essentially, she is talking about how so often we look to “thin” (or otherwise) as the time when our true inner selves will emerge and we will truly be happy. While thin is the the main focus, it’s anything we’re waiting to be different in ourselves or in our life, where once it changes then we will have the life we really want.
- When I’m thin, I’ll have no trouble finding a partner/reinvigorating my marriage.
- When I’m thin, I’ll have the job I’ve always wanted.
- When I’m thin, I won’t be depressed anymore.
- When I’m thin, I’ll be an adventurous world traveler instead of being freaked out by any country where I don’t speak the language and/or the plumbing is questionable.
- When I’m thin, I’ll become really outdoorsy.
- When I’m thin, I’ll be more extroverted and charismatic, and thus have more friends than I know what to do with.
What she really gets at though, is how so often we lose the appreciation for who we are when we are lost in this false idea of who we should be. If my whole being is focused on the good things that will come “when” I am different, I will never be able to appreciate the person that I am right now, or any of the great opportunities for jobs, relationships, friends, and experiences right now.
I have two parallel images of myself: one is who I actually am, and one is who I fantasize that I could be. You know, the woman who wears bright red high heels, has perfect hair, less body fat, impeccable confidence, can make men weep with her mystery, and women swoon with her charm and humor. Never mind the fact that I despise high heels because I feel awkwardly tall and walk like a toddler, will perpetually have uncontrollable hair because I refuse to succumb to putting chemicals on my body, and honestly feel quite shy around both men and women, and that quiet sweetness is often part of my unique charm. While “fantasy me” might help vamp me up for an interview or date, it isn’t authentically who I am. And so long as I look to this diva character as who I should be, both me and the world are missing out on a lot of the great qualities that are actually me.
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