Too Fat for Love?

Kat Hudson on Salon has a beautiful post about learning to stop waiting for the day when she will be worthy…

In the past seven years, I’ve slowly gotten comfortable with myself. I know I’m not for everybody, but then again, who is? In learning to love my whole self, I’ve learned to love others, too. It is rare I find anyone physically ugly; I joyfully embrace all of our imperfections and differences. I see the spark of the soul hiding behind the eyes of all people and I fall in love a hundred times a day with everyone I see. Beauty is everywhere if you open your heart to see it.

There are so many kinds of beauty. Long ago I took art classes and discovered that when you look at a person with enough concentration to draw them, their beauty emerges. An older gentleman who lived in a little apartment near RISD was the model, so it was counter-cultural to find beauty in a person not young or buff.

I spend a lot of time with people who are physically challenged, but I’ve never met anyone I’d call ugly– barring behavior that is.

So much depends on self-hatred. It’s cost-effective to persuade people to whip themselves. Then they pass along the pain to others and restlessly buy stuff.

Women’s magazines come in two kinds. The kind that tells you that you bear the mark of original sin but check out the ads for mark remover, and the kind that has three weight loss diet plans and nine recipes for dessert in every issue. I used to appreciate the fact that men think they’re gorgeous no matter what they look like, but the commercialization of the body is getting to them, too. Like women need them to be more neurotic and self-absorbed?

What will happen to our consumer culture if enough people believe they are just fine the way they are? What if enough of us decide to wear what we look good in– regardless of this year’s fashion? Why be normal, when there are so many more fun things to be?

2 thoughts on “Too Fat for Love?

  1. I write about women who had so much to fear that their appearance was the least of their worries. Life is so hard; it would be nice to concentrate on things other than what’s in the mirror!

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