I believe that it would be ineffective to merely state an encouraging message about body positivity, and that we should embrace ourselves, flaws and all. In truth, the social construction of beauty is imbedded so deeply within ourselves that accepting ourselves can be a challenge. This is why I have decided to take the leap, and tell you all my experience with body image, the good and the ugly.
we choose to learn in
a humorous way.
A muted topic,
Why is it that this
topic is of such
disgrace to many?
Given options yet
Thoughts are constructed
to view this as wrong
when really, it’s not.
it is survival–
The CWGA office has been buzzing these past few weeks in preparation for the “I ❤ Female Orgasm” event that took place last Wednesday! Our staff had so much fun planning it and we hope the students here on campus enjoyed attending the event as much as we did.
I wasn’t privy to what “The Female O” was all about until last year.
“Directed by women.” These are three very exciting and equally frightening words. Exciting, in the sense that since I myself am a cinema major here at Denison and would love nothing more than to be placed in that category someday. Frightening, in the sense that the idea of being a renowned woman director is so unheard of that it shocks people—in 2015… We aren’t as progressive as we seem, people.
As a senior, and someone who has worked at the Center for Women and Gender Action for three years, it has been hard for me, as a black female to find the balance of my interest and dedication to feminism as well as racial equality. Is there even a balance to be found? I find myself stuck in between identities, and which I identify with the most.
The moment that you go on to a stage to give a speech, you feel your heart beating vehemently and your hands go numb. Or take the moment when your long-kept secret is unfolded. These moments of anxiety are short-lived, and by short-lived I mean they are trivial, compared to a kind of ceaseless, heavy, and obsessed anxiety.
“You’d be really hot if you were skinny.”
A male friend of mine, with seemingly good intentions, said this to me a couple years ago. In the context of our conversation this statement didn’t shock or hurt me as much as I now think it should have. What was my response, you ask?
That’s all I said.
I have long been interested in questions of legitimate versus illegitimate feminism. Who is allowed and who is not allowed to label themselves feminist? What are the necessary qualifications? Are we feminists simply because we identify as such? Or is there some action required? If there are multiple, highly individualized definitions of “feminism,” then does it follow from this that there are multiple ways to be feminist?
Two years ago, I overheard a disturbing conversation in a barbecue restaurant in Beijing, China that made me realize how far people can go in playing the role of oppressors, even at a dinner table. It went like this:
Woman A: “Why haven’t you been married to someone? You have to hurry up, or no one will take you anymore.
It’s getting to be that time of year again. The birds are chirping, the flowers are blooming, and if I have to see another ad on getting ready for “bikini season,” my head will explode. On a quick Google search of the term, some of the first articles to appear had titles such as “7 things you can do now to get ready for bikini season,” “4 weeks to a bikini body,” and “How to Prepare for Bikini Season.”
When looking at pictures tagged with #bikini season on tumblr, I found a lot of disturbing pictures.