On Sundays I write for five minutes about whatever pops into my head and then hit publish. Please excuse any typos!
So we went on a date this afternoon to see Martha Marcy May Marlene (or whatever the heck it’s called) because nothing says romance like cult movies. One of the things that struck me was the real body of the lead actress Elizabeth Olsen. Sure she had a flat stomach, I mean she is like 22, but she also had an ass and thighs. In stark contrast to most Hollywood stars, she looked like a real person.
It gave me hope. Especially after a week where I read Cinderella Ate My Daughter and My Teenage Werewolf both of which had the authors worrying about their daughters’ body images. As a mother to two girls, who will be going through puberty at the same time with two very different body shapes, I already have a preoccupation with body image. My own doesn’t concern me as much any more (besides that pesky five turned into twenty extra pounds.) Instead I worry about what the girls will think about theirs.
I try not to mention my own body images in front of them. That’s a first step. But where else can I go from there?