It’s hard shopping for clothes when you’re not a carbon copy of a mannequin. On some days going through sizes feels like you’re hunting for your glass slipper. When you’re trying to decide whether to buy a pair of pants that’ll have a shelf life of two months because of your chub rub, it can feel disheartening to be a Black girl who doesn’t have the body of Rihanna or Beyoncé.
Trust me, I’m nowhere near being shaped like Queen B. There’ve been days where I’ve asked the driver to roll up the partition because my too small leggings were stuck at my knees. I’ve tried the diets, the detoxes, and the prayers to my fairy godmother, but I’m thick. Like millions of other thick ladies out there, that’s just the shape of my body. I had thick thighs when I was a baby, and I’ll be a thickums as a granny.
Not having the perfect body type feels like your beauty is separate from the rest of society. How often do we see stretch marks, plushy arms, and dimpled thighs on a runway? I’ll wait, oh and Kate Upton doesn’t count. You can spend so much of your life trying to chase after the Instagram bodies. I have friends who are dislocating their organs for the sake of a steel waist trainer that popped up on their newsfeed.
Honestly, we have to stop forcefully altering our bodies so that they can match what we see in the media. Countless beautiful women have died from lethal butt injections, and I’ve seen too many botched boob jobs. Of course Rihanna, Beyoncé, and Viola Davis have beautiful bodies; however, we aren’t all shaped like them. We need to learn how to stop looking at Instagram, Facebook, and different forms of media for how our bodies should look. Just as we support other women whose beautiful bodies are accepted by society, we need to start supporting our bodies. Look in the mirror and love what you see. Your body is amazing and powerful and deserves love from you.