just casually deleted the little argument going on there, to add some relevant input
I think the main, horrifying thing about these airbrushed pictures being distributed, is there has been a lot of media hype calling this beautiful girl fat. It’s like, the media refuses to let her be proud of her body. They’ve even changed her face shape, making her almost unrecognisable. We always rant about how airbrushed photos affect us, but imagine how they must affect the people being airbrushed. Imagine feeling super confident and good about yourself after a photo shoot, and then seeing the end result and realising you weren’t good enough for the magazine. It must be crushing.
I remember, when my friend was practising photo shopping, she took a photo of my face and airbrushed it without my permission or even warning me. Personally, I found the un-airbrushed photo of myself more attractive, since it looked like me, but the airbrushed version was so disheartening. She’d changed the shape of my nose, elongated my face and taken out the scars by my eyes and the scar on my chest from my operation. She only did it as light hearted practice for her art exam, but it crushed me. She didn’t realise, and perhaps the photo-editors don’t realise, that by airbrushing out all the little imperfections on my face she made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. The little scars and freckles and the bump in my nose were all things that made me, me, and she took them away.
Similarly, by changing Jennifer Lawrence’s body, they’re telling her that no matter how successful she is, no matter how talented she is, she will not be good enough because of the things about her that make her who she is.
And I just find that sad.
I agree with this completely. And to see Jennifer Lawrence being all edited for some reason really bothers me personally. Her and I are roughly the same height and body type, aside from her obviously being in better shape. I’m willing to say she’s probably about 15-20 pounds lighter than me at least. and If she isn’t good enough being on the lower end a healthy weight for her height than what the hell does that me for me?
Personally I think the original looks better, but hey I could just be biased.
Long time no blog…. But I’m back! Even if it’s temporarily. I’ll try to log in from time to time. Not that anyone cares.
I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.
I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.
I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.