Nature - A lecture by Miss Parsnips

I had a conversation a while back that I've been mulling over ever since. I remember it very clearly - it was after Strictly Come Dancing and a fantastic dance by Caroline & Pasha. Caroline kicked up her leg and you saw her pants, along with a little patch on wobbly flesh with a ripple of cellulite. My boyfriend said that he thought it was sexy. He said he generally finds cellulite sexy - he thinks it's cute. Good on him.

What was weird was that when I talked to a bunch of women about this conversation, one of them pulled a face as if cellulite is disgusting and suggested that my boyfriend is weird to like it. I found this reaction SO shocking! Some of my female friends also think it's odd that he finds pregnant women beautiful & sexy. The thing is, my boyfriend is a normal human being. He thinks women are beautiful, in all shapes and sizes, and he doesn't have massive hang ups about what their bodies should look like. Well, not since he met me anyway.... he was confused by my natural approach to my body hair when we first met (!) but he learned. I still find it amazing that he had never encountered natural pubic hair in real life before he met me, it REALLY bothers me that this is how the world is nowadays, that a natural bush is now unusual!. Anyway, throughout his life he has learned to appreciate the aspects of women's bodies that are often looked down upon, and that's how it should be, right? If you heard a man say "women with cellulite are gross" you'd think he was a prick.

I can't speak for everyone, but in terms of people I know I feel like deep down, women are the ones that judge the most and need re-educating. Why is it odd to find pregnant women attractive? Why is cellulite disgusting? Why is female body hair shameful?

It's not. 

The question should be why do YOU think those things. 

NATURE IS BEAUTIFUL. UNEQUIVOCALLY BEAUTIFUL.

Some women have been fooled into thinking their own gender's entirely natural bodies are not beautiful, not sexy, not acceptable, not feminine!. When that's written down in black and white you can really appreciated how nonsensical it is - a womans body in it's natural state is not feminine. It seems like it should be obvious to anyone with a brain that there can be nothing more feminine than a womans body in it's natural state! I find this way of thinking so upsetting, particularly when these opinions are voiced by people I love and respect. 

Let's think about all this logically for a moment....

Women DO look beautiful when they're pregnant - they don't look fat or bloated or ugly, they look like they're carrying a new life inside of them and it's natural and beautiful and doesn't stop them from being sexually attractive - I'm sure many mothers will tell you that they got super horny at times during their pregnancy - they don't loose their desire OR their allure. Did you know that there are two types of sperm? Egg-getters and fighters? There are literally sperm that are designed to fight off rival sperm because throughout evolution women often had sex with more than one man, and the strongest (i.e most genetically compatible!) mans fighter sperm would kill the weaker mans egg-getters, this ensured the sperm that fertilises the egg would create the strongest offspring. What I'm trying to say is that women are, and always have been sexual beings, not just baby carriers!

On to Cellulite. What exactly is it that make people so crazy about cellulite?! It's something that is totally out of our control - it's natural, mainly caused by hormones and metabolism, which is why women of all sizes and shapes have it. Fighting against cellulite is a loosing battle, and if 80% of women have it why is it such a big fucking deal?! It's just part of our bodies and thinking it's ugly is just as bonkers as thinking freckles are ugly, or stretch marks, or scars. Get the fuck over it. Naked skin is sexy, weather it's smooth or dimpled.

I just don't know where to start with body hair. This is a subject that drives me insane! Why is okay for men to have natural underarm / leg / pubic hair, but it's shocking or ugly for women to have the same? That is some BULLSHIT! There's no getting round the fact that body hair is what nature intended for us. Yes, in the past there have been entirely sensible reasons for shaving off body hair (for instance, to avoid little critters living in there back in the days when we stopped bathing and were a bit stinky and dirty!) but nowadays many women do it because they've been told that female body hair is unattractive. I get it. Women in the media seem to have been bald below the neck for the last 30 years and it has therefore become the norm, but it SHOULDN'T be the norm. It should be a choice, not an obligation. I choose when to shave and when not to. I do my legs in the summer because it keeps me cool and feels nicer when I'm swimming (and doesn't take long to dry off after said swim) but I don't bother to keep the stubble under control. I don't really bother in the winter because it keeps me warm and I prefer longer, soft hair to scratchy short hair! Like I said, it should be a choice made by and for you, nobody else. There are lots of theories about why humans evolved to have hair in the areas we do - of course there are areas where it grows for protection (head, eyebrows and eyelashes being obvious examples of this) but when it comes to underarms and pubic hair, the theory that makes the most sense to me and my life experiences is that we grow hair in areas where we sweat, or that would chafe without hair protecting our skin. The sweating is particularly important, because in our sweaty areas we secrete pheromones, which attract mates. Not only does it attract mates, but it attracts specific mates who's body chemistry compliments ours, which again, leads to the strongest offspring... It's all about nature keeping the species alive! The hair lets those pheromones waft around and it drags your ideal mate to you like a magnet. You know I'm talking sense here. The best advise I could ever give anyone about relationships is this - don't go out with someone that you don't like the smell of. If you don't like the smell of their sweat you aren't compatible! Attraction through smell is the most intense sexual attraction for me. My boyfriend and I literally have chemistry - not in the lame romantic sense of the word, but in the butt-sniffing, we're just animals, no control over it scientific sort of way, and I've no doubt that it's a big part of why we got together and stayed together. It's powerful. It's real. And it's a bloody good reason to re-consider removing all your body hair. 

May the wafting commence!

I could go on about all this for pages and pages but I'm going to stop myself here. I don't do new year resolutions, but my new years wish is for women to change the way they think about femininity and see the true beauty in their perfectly natural bodies.

The Wrong Scale

 "Our daughters have learned to measure their worth by the wrong scale"

That's not a painting, that's me in a bikini.

Ages ago I wrote a post called 'on a serious note', it was my argument for why everyone should learn to accept their bodies. In it I said "One day I might try to explain on my blog why I grew up loving and accepting the person I am and the body I have". I've not really thought about that statement for a while, and then I got an email that included this sentence...

"I’m so glad that you were able, for reasons you didn’t say (?), to have avoided the horror of self-hatred like that. It’s incredibly damaging and it leaves such a deep, ugly wound. I’m trying very hard to undo it all atm"

My big sis would probably describe me as a show-off!

It got me thinking. It's so hard to put into words, but I tried. I thought about it for hours, and really tried to look back and remember little moments of triumph and failure. I wrote an essay. It included lots of extremely personal details. It was like a mini autobiography about how I discovered who I am. It just felt self important and over the top to be honest! Then I stepped away for a while and when I read it back I realised that it was entirely unnecessary to go into such graphic detail. A few things became very clear when looking back at my life, the biggest one being that in essence I have always been pretty much the same person. I am older and wiser now and a little less of an attention-seeker (seriously, even though I have a blog where I am constantly taking pictures of and talking about myself!), but inside I am the same little girl who always thought she could do anything she wanted.

Me as a child

So here is the thing; I question everything (in quite an annoying way sometimes I'm sure!). I often disagree with other peoples opinions (sometimes openly) and I really don't like being told what to think, particularly by people or organisations that I dislike. Some people might have said I had an attitude problem when I was younger... my dad still thinks I'm argumentative, but others would probably say that I've always been a bit feisty. I can't even watch an episode of Horizon without asking 'but how do they know that?' because I really want to understand the process that has led to the conclusion. I think that is part of my deepest nature. I don't have any tricks up my sleeve, it's just the way I think about the world in general (and my life specifically) and that way of thinking does not allow me to go along with the idea that my body is unacceptable. 

Me as a grown-up

The other interesting thing about dissecting my childhood is that I have always been a feminist. Does that sound like an odd statement to make about a child? I believe it to be a true one. I believed I could be or do anything... my sex or size or looks never really entered the equation. Again, that's who I am.

 Funniness trumps everything in my book

My mum and dad were equal in my mind, and the idea of being a pretty little housewife was not something I ever aspired to.... my heroes were Dawn French and Jennifer Saunders, my books were Roald Dahls Mathilda and Jill Murphys Worst Witch. My favourite historical figure was Elizabeth I. I didn't give two shits about their bodies or what they looked like. It was irrelevant!

From my early teens I have thought that women were holding themselves back with their ridiculous (and indoctrinated) obsession with thinness and beauty. It's bad enough that 'The Man' (sorry... tacky, but I couldn't resist!) forces these ridiculous ideals on us, but it's insane that we keep doing it to ourselves! The pressure on women to dress and look a certain way is immense and stifles our individuality, and it shouldn't be endorsed which is one of the reasons I started this blog in the first place!. Yes I like clothes and I like to look good, but good to ME. I do it for myself, it's an expression of who I am inside, and liking my appearance because of the way I choose to dress makes me even more confident. It's never been about being pretty for others.

I would hope that being a feminist makes it harder to obsess about the way you look. When you start to look at WHY so many women in the world are treated so appallingly you can begin to see that trying to control how women should look, how much they should weigh, how they should act, what they should say and believe is a form of oppression that we have been taught to accept, and many of us are now complicit in it! It's time for a change ladies.

I'll let Maria Bamford put my thoughts about this into actual words (because I adore her)....

"My old lip colour could barely keep up with my busy schedule. In the time it takes to notice the wide discrepancy between my salary and that of my male peers, I'd have to reapply! In the seconds to count the number of women in high political office, seated on corporate executive boards and featured in film and television over the age of 40, my lip colour would be as invisible as this glass ceiling only inches above my head! L'Oreal. Because I am worth it. And because holding myself to an impossible standard of beauty keeps me from starting a riot!"

I guess it has helped my overall feelings towards my body that I have never found skinny women sexually attractive - I always preferred more shapely women. I'm not saying that skinny women are not attractive, they just don't float my particular boat. I guess it's because their body shapes are foreign to me and it's why I understand why some skinny women don't find fat women sexually attractive! It's totally fine and natural to have those feelings so long as that preference isn't used to bully and belittle others, then it turns in to a whole different thing. In terms of the girls in magazines I grew up with in the late 80's / early 90's, they were all young, blond and skinny with their bones jutting out. It's only in my adult life that big J-lo bums and thick Beyonce thighs have been considered something to aspire to.... 'Does my bum look big in this?' seems like a long time ago. Nowadays many women would actively want the answer to that question to be yes! Not when I was a girl. I sort of knew that I didn't look the 'ideal' girl but (apart from the shocking lack of fashionable clothes choices) I had more important things to worry about. I sort of ignored it, and I was happy!

I don't want to look like everyone else. I want to stand out from the crowd. Being different is a good thing and should be celebrated!

 Errrr.... check my outfit, I was 10 years too early for the neon and pop-art trends!

Here is something which I also feel is extremely important when it comes to confidence. You need to know the facts. Not the facts that the media chooses to feed you (because you have to know by now that even the more morally upright newscasters only report the more inflammatory news), but the scientific data about obesity. It's true that the Internet created a world where total assholes can spew their hatred towards women and fat people (god forbid you dare to be fat AND a woman!) but it also opens up a world of knowledge. REAL scientific data. You only need to watch this TED talk to see that even DOCTORS are prejudiced, and that medical science and knowledge changes all the time. Watch documentaries, read articles, listen to podcasts. Take an interest in all the shit that nobody is telling you so you can tune out the propaganda and it will change the way you see the world! I haven't ever thought of myself as a drain on public resources, and although I am not particularly healthy I don't think MY body is anybody else's business.

So what am I getting at here?! What I'm really trying to say is that I never have (and never will) believe things that don't make sense to me. Racism doesn't make sense. Homophobia doesn't make sense. Sizism doesn't make sense. Sexism doesn't make sense. Hating someone because of how they look doesn't make sense. Hating yourself because of how you look does not make sense. Constantly comparing yourself to others just doesn't make any sense. If you can't explain or prove (scientifically or logically) why my skinny friend is more attractive than me, then your argument is nonsense.... do you see what I mean? You only have to pull at one little thread and everything just unravels.

I've always been such a charmer....

So then, I have avoided falling into the self-hatred trap because of the following:

I am stubborn.

I am opinionated.

I am argumentative.

To be fair I'm also logical, sensible, loving and loyal and I don't like inflicting pain - physically or mentally - on other people. I am also fortunate in that I have never had to struggle with my mental health. I'm aware that if my brain was wired differently I might be telling a different story. I believe that I have managed to construct a lifestyle and thought process that completely ignores all the voices around me saying that I shouldn't like the way I look. I think I must have muted them because they did not support or fit in with my personal view of the world! I haven't changed. I had a conversation recently with Smyth from Terrible Tumbles who blew my mind by telling me that according to the BMI she is 'obese'. A size 16 woman who is like 6 foot tall and is not in any way fat to my eyes.... I couldn't believe it, because it makes no sense to me and my world order! All this conversation has done is convince me that the BMI is so flawed that you might as well be using horoscopes to measure our health! I read lots of info on BMI after this conversation, and all you need to look at is this - sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, and therefore it seems like a very lazy way in which to categorise human beings and judge their health. See?! This is how my brain works!

"If nothing else works, a total pig-headed unwillingness to look facts in the face will see us through" - General Melchett, Blackadder.

Bag of Parsnips

I feel at this point it would be just downright rude not to mention the stellar job my parents did of bringing me up. Unconditional love, support and understanding is not to be underestimated. My childhood was a happy one, my mum and dad were also fat so I never felt different or ugly. They always told me I was beautiful. They instilled in me the importance of education and allowed me to try out (and give up!) the many activities I wanted to do.... dancing / singing / acting / guitar etc.... I was quite outgoing as a child it seems! I know they are proud of me, they respect my decision to move to London and carve out my career, and the choice I've made not to have children. I know my mum is proud of me for this blog too (hi Mummy!).

My Mum and Dad have always wanted what was best for me, not what was best for them, and from what I've seen and heard about other parents that is obviously not the default position..... their impact on my self worth can never be underestimated and I will be forever grateful for the love they gave (& give!) me. I am also grateful for the moments of strictness and the lack of mollycoddling that have stopped me from being too much of a spoilt princess!

Skip to the end.....

Giving a talk about my work at an international conference, and being a fat woman at the same time!

I started this post with a quote from the wonderful TED talk (below) by Sandra Aamodt. Women HAVE been taught to measure their value by the way they look and how much they weigh. But me? I don't own a set of scales. Maybe the difference between me and some of my beautiful readers who struggle with their self image is that I've have taught myself to measure my value with a different scale - the one most men are measured by. Strength. Determination. Success in my chosen career. I can hold my achievements in my hands, I can see them out in the wide world, I know in my heart what they are and I know they are nothing to do with my sex or my looks. I might have had to push harder because I am a woman in a traditionally male field, but I never let my size hold me back.... I guess that confidence stopped others worrying about it either.

I believe myself, my mother, my sister and my friends to be Goddesses. Goddesses can do and be anything they choose - including being fat AND happy, and I have always been too stubborn and controlling to let anyone or anything change my mind about that! Occasionally I stand in my own way because I'm only human and sometimes I get frightened, or sad, or angry (mostly angry!), but nobody else stands in my way, I would never allow it, I would fight for my rights!. *I am starting to understand why one of my colleagues recently told me I was a bit scary..... anyway* Don't think I don't realise how lucky I am to have been brought up in a country and in a family that has allowed me to ask questions and make my own decisions..... I really really appreciate my freedom. I was also lucky that nobody ever really gave me shit or made me feel hopeless. I know I'm not typical in that respect, but seriously, you are all Goddesses too. Don't believe the hype.

xx

I like 'em fat like that

Song of the day today, to put a smile on my fellow fatties faces!

Louis Jordan - I like 'em fat like that

Let the cats all criticize, 

Joke about my baby's size; 

She's reet with me 

Because you see: 

I like 'em fat like that. 

When she bounces down the street, 

She's a whole heap o' honey, and ain't she sweet? 

Feels so fine 

To know she's mine: 

I like 'em fat like that. 

You have all those lean chicks, 

Tender and tall, 

But when it comes to mean kicks, 

My big fat mama is the best of all. 

After I'm through workin', 

I reach and grab my hat, 

Hurry home, 

Don't want her to be alone: 

I like 'em fat like that!

Categorize me, I defy every label

I couldn't fail to notice that it's 'body confidence week' so (rather than writing another long post about why I think it's important to love and accept your body) I thought I'd keep it short and sweet with a Janelle Monae quote. Say it with me.....

Even if it makes others uncomfortable

I will love who I am

Q.U.E.E.N

On a serious note.

I love clothes and my decision to express myself through fashion is quite a big part of who I am, but it's not all I am. I am a firm believer that the person I am on the inside is much more important, and some of the most fantastic people I've met in my life don't give a hoot about fashion or how they look. They may look bonkers or boring but damn they are wonderful! It doesn't matter a jot what other people think about my physical appearance, if someone stares at me in the street does it matter? Do they know me? Of course not! In the grand scheme of life they are nothing, they are insignificant, they can only effect my life if I allow them to. I put these people in the same category as people who oggle young girls, or people who turn round to get a second look at someone in a wheelchair, or people who throw disgusted looks at the homeless (i.e 'twats'!) and they mean less than nothing to me.

Me, without my layer of 'look at me' clothing is the real me. My body is not to everyone's taste, but everyone doesn't have to look at me, they can't see the person I am inside, and they don't live in my body. I do. What I think about myself, how I treat myself, the way I talk about myself... these are things that really matter. One day I might try to explain on my blog why I grew up loving and accepting the person I am and the body I have, but for now what I will just say is this.... I get so tired of women slagging themselves off. Sometimes it feels like a constant barrage of self pity and body loathing and it just becomes to much for me to stomach. I cannot understand why women insist on focusing on all the things about themselves that they don't like, rather than celebrating the bits they do like! We quite rightly baulk at others pointing out that we are fat, or have big bums or bad skin, so why do we do it to ourselves? Even to each other?!

The reason I'm writing this post is because I saw this advert recently and I couldn't think of a better way to express how important I feel it is to accept and appreciate your body. I am not scared of being called fat, I am not scared of (so called) health professionals who want me to loose weight, and I am not scared that people won't find my fat body attractive. I am scared out of my wits every time I go to my family history cancer check that they might find a lump. I am not scared to tell the MRI team that I'm too big for the smaller scanners and need the large one, but I'm shit scared that the MRI might find a tumour. I am absolutely terrified that I will loose my beloved mother to this terrible disease. She was beautiful before chemo when she was a size 24 and she is beautiful now (after her traumatic treatment) at a size 18, because it is her as a person that is important, not the way she looks to others on the outside. She is glad to be alive, glad her body survived such a terrible ordeal. Frankly she is the strongest person I know, body and soul and if she looked like Jabba the Hutt it would not diminish who she is even in the slightest!

I would miss every inch of fatty cellulite dimpled skin I have if it were taken away from me against my will, wouldn't you? This knowledge makes me appreciate my body all the more.

Please watch this video, think about what these amazing women have been through and question if and why you feel the need to belate your miracle of a body!

In conclusion, what I'm trying to say is that there is no point in comparing your body to others, or worrying about what your body 'should' be like. The best thing about the human body is that they come in all different shapes and sizes, they are interesting to look at (and touch!), but underneath the flesh we are the same, and we must learn to be grateful for the (frankly amazing) body we have. One day your body will change, ageing is the good and totally natural part of life, but if your unlucky you might loose parts of your body or it might stop function the way you want it to and you will curse yourself for wasting all your energy hating it. Accepting your body is not always easy, I understand that it's extremely difficult for some people, but it is so worth trying. If you really don't like it then change it, if you can't change it then try to love and accept it for all the amazing things it can do for you, like walking, talking, THINKING!. Don't take it for granted. If you can change your mindset it might change your life, so the next time you get the urge to complain about your cellulite, think about why you feel the need to hate on yourself... maybe you will decide not to?