Gossip magazines keep us constantly abreast of what’s happening to the bodies of famous women. Their weight fluctuations are tracked like stocks because their bodies are, in their line of work, their personal stock, the physical embodiment of market value. When celebrity women have babies, their bodies are intensely monitored during and after—from baby bumps to post baby bodies.
Women, for that is whom these ecstatic diet food commercials and celebrity weight loss endorsements are for, can have it all when they eat the right foods and follow the right diets and pay the right price.
They are the unachievable standard toward which we must, nonetheless strive. They are thinspiration as the parlance goes—thin inspiration, a constant reminder of the distance between our bodies and what they could be with the proper discipline."
Basically every paragraph in this piece by Roxane Gay is quotable. Women and weight, The Biggest Loser, what we deserve, what we deny, how we punish, our shameful narratives, our shame about our shame about our shameful narratives…
Every day I think how sad it would be if the entire story of my life was about my war with my body. How pathetic. I have a really good, interesting, full life. I’ve been married almost 24 years in a relationship I love. I enjoy deep friendships. I have a faith that means so much to me. I have a writing career I never imagined. I’m a National Book Award Finalist! How do I let the story about myself be about weight, and how I’m not good enough because of it, day in and day out? HOW? What in the hell, how has this happened, why am I not yet beyond this.
So well said.