Body Shaming and a Skinny Girl’s Search for “Real” Women

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I have weighed just about the same since my freshman year of high school (2006). I am 5′ 4″ and fluctuate between 120 and 130lbs. I wear a 34D bra but a 26 in pants, a proportion that is made even more dramatically evident by my ridiculously long legs and very short waist. I love my body.

A few weeks ago I was commuting to work and saw an advertisement featuring a bikini-clad Kate Upton. Her face was blacked out in permanent marker and, written over her chest, was a plea — “Show us real women.”

I don’t know if Kate Upton’s boobs are real and I am pretty sure that she dyes her hair, but neither of those things should affect her “womanhood” in any way. Where I see beautiful curves, someone else must see something wrong.

I’ve grown up in a time in which there is a push-and-pull relationship between the media’s depiction of beauty and our country’s rapidly expanding waistlines. Very few of the stars that young girls look up to are reflective of the average woman’s body. It has been argued that this creates an unhealthy perception of what women should look like and pressures girls into fad diets, over exercising, and even eating disorders.

A few years ago, Victoria’s Secret stopped selling their ‘fancy’ underwear in size XS/Petite. Around the same time all of the 0′s seemed to disappear from the pants department at The Gap. When I complained about this to my mom she looked at me and said that it was ridiculous to whine about being too skinny. I understand her point, I am not regularly discriminated against because of my weight, but I was still bummed that I couldn’t get the lacy underwear that I coveted.

If America’s waistlines are growing I, as a business person, understand clothing manufacturers shifting their production to fit the mass market. However, it irks me that the sizes worn by the models that these companies plaster on billboards and send down runways are not available in the stores themselves. While this bothered me, I learned not to bring it up with my friends because they, like my mom, were confused if not outright angry that I was “whining about being skinny.”

I am an athletic, intelligent, driven, and strong young women who would like to consider herself “real”, but seeing Kate Upton’s picture defaced hit a nerve with me. First off, biologically being a women has nothing to do with weight, or pant size, or bra size, or any of the other superficial physical characteristics that women seem to obsess over in front of the mirror. Secondly, to define a “real” woman by physical characteristics is hurtful no matter your size.

Me being skinny does not make me any more or less of a woman and to label Kate Upton, me, or anyone else of any size “unreal” or “fake” because of her size or shape is the same type of body shaming that women’s activists claim to be fighting against especially when it comes to “plus-sized” or more curvy women. Saying that Kate Upton is fake doesn’t bolster your argument, it makes it null and void. If any woman can have her “realness” taken away, all of us could be subject to the same fate.

Right now the biggest threat to a woman’s self-esteem and body image isn’t Hollywood, it’s her peers. It’s the ‘regular’ women with whom she commutes, sits next to at cafes, or who she sees drawing on Kate Upton on the way to work. Next time you criticize a woman of any size about her body or the way she looks, be she your sibling, friend, or a stranger on the street, check yourself. We are strong, we are powerful, and we are women no matter our proportions.