Recently, a new fad began. Everywhere you look, everything that you listen to, every movie, every show, every song, seems to have a new message to spread – curvy is the new beautiful. I’ve seen quotes like, “Real women have curves.” “Real men like meat, not bones.” and more downright hateful quotes that seem to go completely against what those people who write those quotes stand for, and that’s having a good body image and self confidence. Because while they’re singing songs like All About That Bass, and telling curvy girls that they’re beautiful…they don’t realize that they are making girls without them feel inadequate, ugly and out of place because they are more petite than some. A bit of a disclaimer before I publish this post for the world to see…I am not trying to say that skinny is prettier than curvy, or vice versa. I want to see girls feeling beautiful not because of their size, but because of who made them. Because every girl is built differently. Just because a girl is small, doesn’t mean she’s not as much of a woman as the other. And I am also completely against “fat-shaming” unless that person is so overweight that they are unhealthy, then I will want to help them..same with a person who is too skinny. This isn’t about personal preferences. It isn’t about health. This isn’t even about my own body and self-confidence. This is about women, and to say that we deserve love and respect, no matter what our body is shaped like, because we all have one thing in common – we are all fearfully and wonderfully made.
This is a topic that I’ve wanted to write about for awhile, but never got to it. I was somewhat inspired after I saw a girl, who will remain unnamed, on Instagram being bullied because of her weight. She’s a naturally small girl – maybe 100 pounds. She’s petite, and little. She’s in her older teen years. She may be small, but she is healthy, she’s not overly skinny, she doesn’t look like she was stunted in growth, but she’s simply not a curvy girl. I saw a person comment and leave a hashtag on her photo, labeling her as anorexic and pitiful because she is so “focused on her weight that she won’t eat and gain weight like she should.” The person commenting was a larger sized girl. Both girls, in my opinion, are beautiful. They couldn’t be any more different body-wise, but they are both healthy and happy. That’s what should count, right? But no. Society has pushed this new thing into people’s minds that if you aren’t curvy, you must be terrified of gaining weight, refuse to eat real food, live on diets and feel uncomfortable in your own skin. Popular songs like All About That Bass (if you look up the lyrics, beware, I’m 90% sure that the lyrics have a cuss word in them.) and more, call petite girls terrible names, fake and photoshopped just because they are smaller.
I’m going to be real with y’all.
I am 5’1 on a good day. I wear a size 1 jeans, and a size 4 dress. A small sized shirt. I am petite. I’ve always been small, and considering my age and my family….I’m not going to randomly shoot up and get bigger. I am on a diet because my health requires it, not to lose weight. I am proud of my body, because it is my natural body that God gave me. It has no man-made markings, it has no piercings. It is exactly how God created me, and I love it. Do I have flaws that I would give anything to change? Don’t we all. But even before I started taking care of my body and eating healthy, I have always been petite and on the skinny side. I have never, and will most likely never be considered curvy.
I have a friend who is nearly the complete opposite. She is larger than me, she’s healthy, she’s happy. She is naturally bigger than me. Do I look at her, wishing I could have her body? No. Does she wish she had mine? No. We are all individuals, and we shouldn’t be judged and categorized for something as stupid and fleeting as body shape. Especially when we are all made by the same God, the same King of Kings, who made us precisely how He wanted us.
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!