Why Do Women Judge Each Other’s Bodies So Critically?
It’s time to change our narrative with one another
Last week I was having a conversation with a friend of mine and in the span of five minutes, she had sent me pictures of two different female celebrities. The first one she labeled a fatty and the second one came with a she’s too plastic remark. I stared at my phone in disbelief and found myself questioning how our conversation got there.
Within five minutes we had managed to disparage two women neither of us had ever met — and somehow, because it was in the confines of our text exchange, it made it okay. But is it okay?
Why do we find ourselves picking apart women’s bodies piece by piece?
Take, for example, Lizzo. Lizzo is an incredibly talented singer, rapper, songwriter, and actress. Yet I often find myself in conversations that tend to revolve around her figure.
Twitter, (which is just a cesspool of hate), is often revolted by her choice to wear revealing clothes because as women we are either fu**able or not fu**able, and that usually dictates how much skin people are willing to look at.
On the other hand, the Kardashians, who have built an empire from their social media fame, are criticized for selling a false narrative and are often the center of many plastic surgery memes on social media.
Which begs me to ask the question: where do we draw the line? Can we have meaningful conversations about women that don’t revolve around what they look like?
There are many reasons I find myself revolted by these types of conversations.
I grew up with three sisters. Which usually meant I got to see them deal with sexism and misogyny on a daily basis. I also watched them break barriers through tears, late nights, and perseverance. Their rise to the top is far more exciting to discuss than what they chose to wear at last night’s dinner. Because as women, we are multidimensional, and like that old saying goes “don’t judge a book by its cover.”(George Eliot)
Yet we so often do.
It makes me sad to see women disparage each other.
As a woman, I feel a level of camaraderie with other women. Whether we like it or not, as women we have shared experiences, so to watch the lack of support amongst each other breaks my heart. I want to know when the world tells me I’m not enough, that I’ll always have the secret support of my female comrades. Call me crazy, but when we see each other as allies and not enemies, we’ll be able to shatter every glass ceiling imaginable.
“But you all have got to stop calling each other sluts and whores. It just makes it okay for guys to call you sluts and whores.” (Ms. Norbury, Mean Girls)
I think this quote in itself is fairly self-explanatory. I hesitate to put the responsibility on women to educate men on how we should be treated, but I also am aware that men won’t learn unless we lead by example.
We tend to judge women’s bodies whilst also expecting them to abide by certain rules that all boil down to one thing: you want to be conservative yet not too conservative. Trying to fit into what is expected of us can be tiring, and frankly, it’s exhausting looking at myself in the mirror every morning and wondering: what message is my outfit sending today?
Can we just allow each other to just be-however we choose to be?
If you’re on social media today, take a moment to compliment someone, man or woman. Because as we all battle quarantines and social distancing, it can be pretty isolating and heartbreaking to be alone — it would be nice to know someone out there, somewhere, is looking at your post and thinking, “Wow she’s so incredible.”






