Back
in the spring, I spotted something that intrigued me. This happens often—I’m easily intrigued. But often with such things, I make a note of
the idea, or tear that particular page out of that magazine, and then never
think about it again. This, however, has
stuck with me. It was an article I found
about a lingerie company, Panache, which had done a campaign entitled “Modelledby Role Models.” The campaign brought to
light six women, all with impressive accomplishments, and used them to showcase
Panache’s lingerie.
It
was the unusual nature of this that caught my attention. We’ve come to expect lingerie models to be
perfect: long slender limbs, skin airbrushed to a bright glow, hair perfectly
coiffed and face made up and suitably sultry.
There are a few companies beginning to move away from that, but for now,
that is the majority of the ads that I see.
(Not that I go looking for that kind of thing.)
Naturally,
being a feminist and approving of anything that moves away from the objectification
of female bodies and the upholding of an unrealistic ideal, I clicked the
link. When I clicked over, however, I
had a little voice in my head saying, they’re
not going to seem pretty to me at first.
Much as I liked the idea, I knew that part of my brain was going to
look for the cellulite, the lines, the stray hairs, the rolls. Just because a woman is smart and strong,
doesn’t mean she’s beautiful.
Yet
looking back through it now, I realize again what I realized then: I was
wrong. These women are beautiful, and I say that without reservation, without needing
to muffle that voice of judgment in my head.
What
I’m wondering is, how much of this conclusion comes out of what I know about
these women? Is that voice of judgment
silenced by the admiration I have for their work and their vision? Or is that their passion and success somehow make them beautiful? You may have come across this phenomenon in your
life: you meet someone, and you look them up and down and think, meh, they’re
all right. But as you get to know them,
their attraction becomes real, even physical.
Or maybe it happens in reverse, where you initially find someone very
attractive, but as soon as they open their mouth…
We
like to think of mind and body as separate things, but the fact is, they really
aren’t. We are all stuck in the body we
were given, and it’s very clear from all the body-image struggles I’ve
witnessed that our bodies have influence on our minds. It’s nice to know that it works the other
way, too.
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