You know what? I look DAMN good y’all.
That’s right. It only took me until I was in my 30’s to figure this shit out. I’ve been wanting to write this blog for a long time now, but haven’t gotten around to having someone “edit” this photo for the purpose of this blog. I wanted to use this to point out the before and afters of a classic photoshopped image.
If you zoom in on my butt, you can see a few things:
A blemish/pimple/zit. Whatever you prefer to call it, each one sounds disgusting.
A fold under my left butt cheek.
A semi-circle on the right with what could look like a doughnut with some small nibbles out of it from a house mouse.
And if you get REAL close in, you can even see the hair on my butt.
Other areas that would be touched up would be my face. All of the creases, dark spots, and veins are right in tact. It’s funny, sometimes I get a vein that semi protrudes out of my forehead whenever I get excited, laugh too hard, or get tired.
The reason why I’m pointing all this shit out, is because THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH IT!
I cannot stand when people say, “perfectly imperfect”. I realise that we often say stuff without really even stopping to think about what it means. Just as a female trainer running a group class might say, “and if you find pushups too hard, you can go from your knees and do girl pushups”….
Clearly, she’s not going to say that to a group of people, with a majority more than likely being women (higher numbers of women in group training… we like to travel in packs biiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!), intentionally belittling the same women she’s setting out to improve! It’s just her programming causing her to regurgitate these words. We ALL do it!
I remember sometime last year I watched Quenton Teratino (sorry not sorry about the spelling- I’m not his biggest fan) latest film… Hateful 8? Anyway, there was a scene when a carriage pulling horses pulled up to a cabin and stopped, and a man came outside and said to the other guy driving the horses, “WOAH! hold your horses! HOLD YOUR HORSES!!!!!”.
I was like, “HOLY SHIT! SO THAT’S WHERE ‘hold your horses’ CAME FROM! IT LITERALLY MEANT HOLD YOUR HORSES FROM BACK IN THE DAY! IT’S NOT JUST SOME RANDOM SHIT MY MOM USED TO SAY TO ME WHEN I WAS ‘RUSHING’ HER!!!!!”……………….
The next time you go to call your perfect fucking self, “perfectly imperfect”, have a long hard think about what you’re actually saying. Because at the end of the day, there is NOTHING IMPERFECT ABOUT ANY OF US! The only reason why any of us think we are “imperfect” is because of the illusion that photoshop has created of what a “perfect” and “flawless” woman looks like. When in reality she doesn’t look like anything, because she doesn’t exist!
photo credit: Tchalla Hawk. The bestie who’s been helping me pioneer the truth revolution since 2008-