I don’t like hating on things.
I’d much rather promote things I love and enjoy, but all the “fitspo” and “thinspo” bullshit on the internet and on blogs and in magazines is making me crazy.
Enter: Random raging rant on Pinterest’s “health & fitness” category. (Or, as I refer to it: the “disordered & dysfunctional” category.)
I blame all the sugar from Christmas, but I found myself perusing the disordered and dysfunctional category on Pinterest last night. I didn’t even have to scroll down the page before I felt myself get heated.
I ‘grammed this immediately:
Even as someone who is comfortable in her own skin, it’s difficult to not feel like a fat, lazy piece of shit when you see this kind of stuff. I know I’m not the only one who sees these images and starts to think “Oh God, is that normal? That’s normal isn’t it? I’m not normal.”
Apparently, not enough
Here’s the thing: I am normal. And chances are, so are you.
For instance, I will never know the day when I sit down while wearing jeans and don’t have to do the “pull my waistband over my belly” move.
I have cellulite.
I don’t go to the gym every day, and I rarely turn down dessert.
Vodka is a close friend of mine, as is diet coke.
I will never have abs. It’s not in my genes, and I like food too much (I think that’s genetic, too.)
I have zits and bad hair days and my thighs touch.
But that’s normal. I’m aware that this little blog doesn’t reach a ginormous crowd, but if one person reads this and feels a little more okay about herself (or himself), I’ll be glad. Please, just don’t let the abnormal help construct your definition of normal.
EDIT: Normal is a subjective word. Please know that when I write on this blog, I write as though I am literally talking to a friend. Here I’ve used “normal” in a colloquial sense. I would never want anyone walking away from this blog feeling less than, hurt, or insecure. No one is really “normal” – we’re all different and weird and that’s what’s perfect