Stephanie Lomas – Reporter
It’s that time of year again, when we all head off on holiday, escaping the gruesome confines of revision in order to celebrate our temporary freedom. However, there’s one thing we’re told we need to worry about during summer and that is about how we will look in a bikini. This is where personally, I stand out from the crowd; my only concern is finding my bucket and spade for sandcastle making.
In todays world, it seems that everyone aspires to look like a TOWIE cast member. It seems to matter so much what people look like and apparently, having more than an inch of body fat means you’re not worth knowing. Even newspapers and magazines, who are meant to cater for the average person, are addicted to the mass hysteria over body perfection, supported by the over edited photography and portrayal of what they deem to be beautiful.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, as far as I’m concerned, they can take back their idea of a perfect body. As a plus sized, mature student with a binge eating disorder, I am fed up with hearing about the legendary ‘beach body’ that, as a woman, I’m supposed to aspire to achieving. I aspire to be happy, successful and healthy and in my opinion, I will never achieve this by using tan in a can or torturing myself at the gym. Happiness comes from loving yourself for exactly who you are, not being pressured into conforming with the latest media norm of beauty.
Every summer, the media will create an unattainable goal for women’s image, encouraging us to measure ourselves against others and as a result, only seeing our flaws; which can often manifest into something harmful such as body dysmorphia or anorexia.
For those striving to attend that ‘beach body,’ I salute you for your self control and determination, but please ask yourself if you will love yourself more for doing this.
In the words of one very glamourous drag queen: “If you don’t love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?” Amen to that RuPaul, Amen.