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I recently went shopping where I stumbled upon this jeans where they were advertised where I was asked on the tag's label if I "wanna betta butt?" Growing up in the 90s, the body of a supermodel is what graced the pages of many magazines. The size 2 frame was like an assault to what would be my future security surrounding my body image when I became a woman. Now fastfoward to 2015 where Nicki Minaj's boom, badoom, boom, boom of here deriee is gracing every music channel along with Jennifer Lopez's "Booty" and let's not forgot the selfies of Kim Kardashian. It is now confimed, I do have body image issues along with possibly every other woman because even though I don't fit into a size two and I will never possibly twerk like Nicki Minaj (not that I wanted to anyway). And I'm left to wonder, is today's so-called celebration of curves just a reappropriation of size 2 model. Is this so called "celebration" really just another attempt to define what women's bodies we should live up to (or buy into) as its definition of what is attractive and beautiful that coincidentally coincides with commercial entities like what jeans to to buy. Shopping is no longer just about buying clothes, it's about buying a new body image. Do you "wanna betta butt?"
I grew up in a single parent home as the only child and introvert in an extended family of rambunctious extroverts who falsely diagnosed me as shy because I was big thinker. To some I was destined to be a lifelong spectator. I did however have the fortune of experiencing the 90s, a decade right before the intrusion of the Internet, social media, and hashtags. Thus, my history as a spectator started with Saturday morning cartoons like The Flintstones and The Jetsons. Then I matured into sitcoms like Martin and The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and films like Soul Food and Love and Basketball where I saw people who looked like myself. I was not a Saturday Night Live child; I was In Living Color. Going against what was expected of an introvert and spectator, I dared to leave New York to go to college out of state (the only person in my family to do so). If that was not bad enough, I chose a creative major: Film. At first, college was overwhelming. I was thrust into a world of roommates, social organizations, and film classes where everyone had more experience than me. It felt like it was not enough to just be an avid film watcher. What right did I really have to major in film or write? In screenwriting class, I felt lost, not knowing what stories I wanted to tell or how anything about my life could even shape me at all in my quest to be a storyteller. But I ventured ahead and immersed myself into humanities courses such as theatre, history, and global studies before I settled on African American Studies. What I enjoyed most about African American Studies was that it was not just about examining the history of those from the African diaspora; it was about seeing myself as an active agent in my community. It was also about examining how everything I do can be used to service that community. When I was younger, I was made to feel like because I was quiet and lived in my head, I could be nothing but a spectator to things going on around me and what better way to be a spectator than in the world of film and television. However, I’ve started to realize that I was more than just a spectator. I was always invested in every show or film, not necessarily because it impacted me but because there were opportunities for me to impact it. By seeing myself in the story, I took that story to new heights. That intrinsic value of cultural participation makes us feel that we have a say in the world that is happening around us and it allows us to see ourselves in our community and take ownership of it. That connection and that ownership is what I want others to experience. Today, I am still In Living Color but now with a little bit of black and white from old turner movie classics.
you know reading this made me a Lil happy. maybe I'm not getting the whole pic of Tue story here but it got to my mind where IDC if I'm not a size 2. or have a body like all beautiful women do. I use to be a size 0&1 had my baby and now I felt like my body is no good with the weight gained. or extra body marks I have. yes of course I'm still small but really I got nothing going for my body or my booty. this just shows that I really shudnt give a damn about it. as long as I'm comfortable.
I'm pretty content with my butt, but I sort of like the idea of having a pair of jeans that keep their shape after you've worn it. Mine get loose so quickly!
@MarinaRivera Embracing what you have is always the best. We're unique that way.
I love these jeans they are so soft and comfortable tbh. I bought them just because they were comfy.
@Jdblacks Have you read @ChristinaBryce's card on body image perception over 100 years ( www.vingle.net/posts/687010 )? It covers the topic of the ideal body figure for each decade. Which in a sense tells us that body image is arbitrary.
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