I wrote a post on my personal blog about how society has us all jacked up about pregnancy and weight loss.
I mean, just last week Mariah – who had twins at 42 a couple months ago – was posing it up in one of those trash mags… You know the ones.
Mariah yapping about how she lost 30 pounds in three months. Mariah on the cover while Amy Adams and her excellent quote, “I read about these actresses who get on a stationary bike two weeks after giving birth and I’m like, What? Where did you push your baby out of?’ Since having Aviana, I have a muffin top, and that’s okay right now” made, like, a small corner of page 65.
I called this one several months ago and took some heat in the comments for being “mean” to Mariah. But, y’all, I am SO over this crap about how you have to push out your kid and slim down in seconds. You watch – I give Tori Spelling a month and she’s going to be sporting a bikini on the cover of Us Magazine. I don’t find that inspiring. I find it to be a tremendous amount of pressure on a woman who, as a new mom, is likely facing the most pressure she’s ever dealt with her her life. Not only that but when, as a new mom, do you have time to work out? Unlike Mariah or most other celebs, you don’t have a nanny or a personal trainer who comes to your house. Do you? (Because if you do can we be friends so I can borrow your nanny for when I go to the gym?)
When, I ask you, WHEN is Marilyn Monroe’s beautifully feminine body type going to be mainstream? If there’s one reason I love Kim Kardashian (and there is only one reason) it’s that she’s got a booty for days and she works it. Sure everything else about her persona is absolutely the worst thing girls and women can look up to but she has the Monroe bod and she is smoking hot.
Here’s an excerpt from my blog, The Girl Who:
What I do know is that I’ve got a drawer full of pre-pregnancy jeans that don’t fit that I should totally get rid of but can’t quite bring myself to toss because some jacked up part of my brain is telling me I should get back to what I weighed at 25. I want to rewire my brain so that I don’t have an effed self-image, you know? So that I don’t think a slight muffin top is a big deal but, alas, I’m a victim of Seventeen magazine from way back in the day. And society took it from there. But, man. If if I can recover from Mormonism can’t I recover from the beating society gave my mind in regard to the ideal female form? If not for me, for my daughter…
Can I? Can you? Can it be done?
I would’ve wrote the post here but was feeling feisty, so don’t click over if curse words offend you.