Size Matters

Subjective. Means to be influenced by personal feelings, tastes, or opinions. I hate the subjectivity that society possesses. The constant strive and demand for perfection pisses the hell out of me. All my life I have been subjected to criticisms on my size. Not a day goes by where I am not critiqued about my body. People take one look at me, and without saying a word, know enough to judge who I am? Apparently, I am not athletic, I can’t do things that other people can, I hate to perform physical activities, and I am just not worth talking to because I’m too fat? Since when did people put a weight limit on conversations? I am sorry, if you aren’t below six percent body fat, you are allowed to be treated normally. I am not asking for pity, but dear god people, don’t ostracize me.

The Empire of Images in Our World of Bodies, I was brought back to my childhood as I read through it. I am sick of how the media dictates the public on appearance. If you don’t have a six back, and a 28 inch waist, your life is finished before you even start it. Unless you are able to overcome such an obstacle and stick it to the proverbial “man”, you will not be treated like a normal asset of society. You will be referred to as “the other”, as you look in at society’s skinny glee.