I am a firm believer in the fact that your weight does not define you. I mean, why should it? We don’t let other numerical values such as height or shoe size dictate our worth. How much I weigh has never been a concern of mine, as long as I am happy and comfortable with my body why should my weight affect my happiness?
There aren’t many things in the world that make me angry when it comes to feminist issues. Usually, when faced with a feminist dilemma I can approach it with an open mind and reason. However, there is one issue that infuriates me a great deal and that is the negativity surrounded breastfeeding. Breastfeeding is the most natural and normal thing there could ever possibly be, so why is it treated with such disgust? Women are asked to leave restaurants or move out of a public area when breastfeeding as it’s considered ‘obscene’ or ‘disgusting’. I am outraged that any woman supporting the life of her child is asked not to do so in public view, for fear of offending someone. I’m sure that I do not stand alone on this issue, and, I encourage you to share your voice alongside mine in support.
Women are told their entire lives how to survive as a female:
“Don’t wear that skirt, it’s too short it gives the wrong idea”
“Don’t walk on your own at night, it’s not safe”
“If you put your drink down on a night out, don’t go back to it: you don’t know what’s in it”
We have programmed that it is their responsibility to stay safe and to not get raped or assaulted. We have programmed women to believe that it is their fault if they are harmed because they didn’t follow one of the rules above.
Yes, I wear makeup.
No, I do not wear it every day.
No, I do not wear it so other people think I’m pretty.
To me it is simple. Because I believe in gender equality. I could just leave it there, but that isn’t really much of an interesting post so I shall elaborate on all the reasons and experiences in my life that allowed me to declare I was, in fact, a feminist.
As it was World Book Day yesterday, I thought I would share with you a little book review on an awesome book I’ve been reading this last month. I read Gloria Steinem’s book as part of Emma Watson’s feminist book club ‘Our Shared Shelf‘ and I have to be honest, I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed this book. For one, I have never enjoyed autobiographies before and two, I’m a crime/thriller book lovers so wasn’t sure this politics based book would be something I’d enjoy – for fear it would too closely remind me of all of my readings and textbooks for my degree!
Going through a tough break-up can be so hard and painful, especially if you weren’t the one to call it off. I see so often articles on ‘How to get a revenge body’ and how to make your ex jealous with these top fitness tips. For me, if you really are the type of person that loves a bit of sweet revenge, endless hours in the gym and painful dieting isn’t the way to go about it. Being confident is the most attractive thing so if you can find self-love in this tough time, you’ll feel so much better.
Yoga was hugely fundamental in my self-love journey. It allowed me to really open myself up and become more connected with the world. For those that think this already sounds like a load of mumbo-jumbo, I ask you to bare with me because I too thought the same before starting yoga.
A subject that has caused many debates for me is the idea of sexuality, specifically homosexuality and transgender. Personally, I am a huge supporter of people being free and able to express their sexuality in whatever way they please. I can’t understand why certain people oppose gay marriage or transgenders, why people can’t except something natural and normal is beyond me.
We’re all guilty of a selfie. It would be lying to deny that at one point in our lives we haven’t posed for a picture we’ve taken ourselves. I’ve done it. I’ve done it, but I don’t feel comfortable doing it often. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and I’m like ‘Wow I really look amazing today!’ and want to take a picture to document this image. But for all of the thousands of times I’ve looked at myself and thought those words, only a handful of times have I actually taken the photo.