I was watching TV the other night, a series from the 90s that I very much enjoyed. the episode contained many women in bathing suits (there may have been a story as well – I was distracted by women in Bathing suits) and I was struck by how beautiful they were. these women were of differing heights, colors and figures – all natural, all lovely. the diversity of them was dazzling – beautiful shapes and colors as far as the eye can see. I was thrilled at this show for not pre-screening for some ill conceived concept of perfection.
I have been struck by the Sameness of women recently. models, actresses, even local fashionistas all look the same. we make such efforts to achieve this apparent perfection, changing our figures, tanning, cosmetics, surgery, trying to alter everything about ourselves to match everyone else – and I don’t think anyone understands why. We want to adhere to this concept of perfection, but I don’t think we even know what that means. Diversity is beautiful. women are beautiful. curves are beautiful.
I realized the other day, that the figure I always wanted as a little girl was the figure I have today. I never wanted to look like a model and I still don’t. I wanted to look like my favorite comic stars – and I do. curves and all. These were the women I looked up to, these were the women that inspired me to become an artist.
when did the word curves become a synonym for the word fat?