Wednesday, December 21, 2011
2011
Christmas is only a few days away now. As I sit here in my slightly messy living room looking at pictures from this year I can hardly believe how much has happened. I've dreamed some of my biggest dreams (big enough that I plan to spend the rest of my life fulfilling them one piece at a time), saw some of my biggest disappointments, had some of the grandest as well as most painful "Aha!" moments I've known and then came full circle by experiencing some of the greatest relief I've ever felt. I've been through my first hurricane, tornado and earthquake all in one year. Things have not gone according to plan, though I suspect that will be said at the end of each year. 2011, you certainly have been a roller coaster of a year. Thanks for the ride!
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Truth, Culture and Pretense
As a Mormon, I often heard that living in Utah would "make or break" one's faith. I lived there for about four years and I have to confess I agree to some extent. While I lived there not only did I struggle to fit in, I quietly struggled with a little bitterness and shame that something I loved so much (my Church and my faith) was so closely connected with such blatant and dangerous cultural flaws. All the typical stuff you hear from people who criticize my Church about sexism, vacuousness, deception, intolerance, etc, have a valid basis in aspects of Utah culture.
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Now, for those of you who are from Utah or hold it close to your heart, (or for those who want to bash it) this is not an anti-Utah blog post, believe it or not. Quite the contrary. This has to do with my journey of acceptance and tolerance. I miss Utah. I don't love EVERYTHING about it, but there is a lot to love.
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As I mentioned, I was ashamed. When friends came to visit from out-of-state, especially if they were not of my faith, I must confess I was paranoid that they would observe the cultural flaws and assume that that was somehow a representation of my faith. Some of the cultural commonalities that people often casually (and sometimes formally) mistake for the doctrinal requirements of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (a.k.a. moral imperatives) included being Republican, being interested in making lots of money, thinking that being a stay-at-home Mom means you don't need education or to do anything outside your home, associating the goal of perfect character with a perfect/clean-cut appearance, even if that means plastic surgery, and many more. Now, poor Utah gets a lot of flack for this stuff ALL the time, and with good reason. Some of it is appalling. But let's be honest, culture is weird in that it seems pervasive, even though not everyone in that society participates in these gross misconceptions of good values, and even many who do rarely participate in all of them. I knew a lot of truly sincere people who were simply doing their best to be amazing people and who would love and accept anyone. It's never fair to judge a society only upon it's failures because there is so much more to the whole than that. But this is something I've learned more since moving away from Utah. I was so frustrated with the hypocrisy for a while that I couldn't see beyond it. As seems to be expressed by SO many others, I truly believed this hypocrisy was uniquely a Utah phenomenon.
So let's talk hypocrisy. What is it? A lot of people tend to think that it's when someone doesn't practice what they preach. Wrong. I do that all the time. There are things I genuinely believe in that I am genuinely trying to do or develop but I haven't gotten there yet. I'll still promote those behaviors, even if I haven't mastered them myself because I believe in them. The word "hypocrite" comes from the Greek word ὑπόκρισις (hypokrisis) which means “play-actor”. It has to do with putting up a front so that others will think we are something we're not. In my mind it has everything to do with taking any quality that is viewed in a positive light by our culture and instead of trying to develop that quality for the sake of being good, one adopts the outward appearance of that quality for the sake of attracting praise. Because somehow along the way the main stream culture of Mormonism became conservative, being Republican or politically conservative became something that people used to judge if someone was "really" or "sincerely" Mormon, or a "better" Mormon, even though political leanings are peripheral to the essence of the gospel, since the essence of the gospel can be manifested or applied in a multitude of ways when it comes to government. Of course, when one lives in a very homogenous society where what it values is very clear and unanimously agreed upon, it becomes harder and harder to avoid hypocrisy. In a diverse community where values are varied, one has an easier time doing what they feel is right regardless of others' opinions because people don't have the convenience of judging each other based on a few widely shared priorities. In a homogenous community, an individual may actually care about being a good person, but they may gauge their success at attaining certain attributes by how others respond to them, and they might unknowingly, bit by bit, transfer their efforts from developing that attribute, to developing the outward appearance of that attribute. It can be a tricky mix of motives sometimes not even recognized by the individual. It's very hard to ignore or cast off praise and admiration, because those often serve good purposes in our interactions with one another.
So, is this rampant hypocrisy unique to Utah or to Mormons? The more places I've lived, the more I've come to learn that the answer is NO! It's called being human. So let's go back to when I was getting ready to leave Utah and live in New England for the first time. I had experimented with reserving meat-eating for colder months and not shaving my legs. (Utah gasp!) I was politically far more liberal than I'd ever been. (Utah gasp!) I really questioned my relationship with the environment and was getting excited about being around people who could relate to these various parts of me that were viewed as either extreme, inappropriate or stupid in Utah. I began to mentally build up New England as my personal promised land where I'd be understood and appreciated. Whereas Utah values family, chastity and righteousness (things which I also value) Massachusetts seemed to share the other half of my values; namely, compassion for the less-priviledged, open-mindedness and environmental conscientiousness. Of course, it's not as if those from these two states can't or don't ever agree on what is good, but when I say "values" I guess I mean "priorities".
Well here I came driving across the country with hope in my eyes searching for "my people". What I found surprised me a bit, sometimes hurt and disappointed me, but ultimately offered me hope once again. Of course, just as many of the people I associated with in Utah were loving and kind, many of the people I associate with in Massachusetts are truly open-minded and have been generous and accepting of me. Some of the kindest people I've ever met are from here. But just as there are branches of hypocrisy growing from the positive values of family, chastity and righteousness in Utah, there are plenty of branches of hypocrisy that grow out of compassion for the less-priviledged, open-mindedness and environmental conscientiousness here. One of the most blatantly obvious is the hypocrisy of "open-mindedness". I can't count how many times I've heard the phrase, "inviting everyone to sit at the table" or talk of making sure everyone is included and respecting and rejoicing in diversity. The funny thing is, this place is not very diverse. In fact the only type of diversity here I would say is mainly diversity of sexual orientation. Other than that, it's mainly a bunch of white hippies who all share the same values. Well, then there are those really ignorant, intolerant, religious types, but they're kind of that other crowd. Wait. What? What about inviting everyone to the table? It's not as easy as it sounds and not as complete as a lot of people in the area want to think it is.
The other day Ben and I were eating at a local deli and overheard a conversation in which these people kept dropping references as if they had a famous relative. "The other day I was hanging out with my black bisexual friend..." Now, is there anything wrong with being open-minded and rejoicing in diversity? Of course not. But the self-congratulatory tone of the conversation was a perfect example of how hypocrisy begins. It's no longer just about being a good person and it becomes a chance to say, "Look at me! Look at how OPEN-MINDED I am!!" Of course, it's only open-minded if we're tolerating attributes we think are good and everyone else thinks are bad. But being tolerant of what we perceive as "the norm"? Not a chance. Of course, in this process the definition of the "norm" has been effectively changed and it's the same closed-mindedness that exists anywhere else, just for a different group.
I was genuinely surprised by some of the hypocrisies I found here and was even more surprised when I discovered some comfort in them. I began to change my thinking on Utah. I had previously been bitter, but I began to soften. I began to think more about my own hypocrisies. I began to realize that the "us and them" mentality is very natural, sometimes productive, though often quite damaging. It's nearly inescapable. I began to realize what it means to be human. It is so natural to want praise and to be highly regarded within the set of values our community holds dear. This has weird side-effects regardless of the values of the culture. No matter how good family, integrity, and open-mindedness are, our own vanity can turn them into bizarre requirements we place on others or ourselves. It's tempting to end this post by saying, "I guess we should all just stop judging each other and just get back to 'cleansing the inner vessel' and trying to be good people." But for some, setting that up as another value might just end up branching off into us trying to come up with outward ways to show or judge who is really sincere and who is just trying to impress everyone. Maybe it would be better to just admit that we're human and do the best we can.
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Now, for those of you who are from Utah or hold it close to your heart, (or for those who want to bash it) this is not an anti-Utah blog post, believe it or not. Quite the contrary. This has to do with my journey of acceptance and tolerance. I miss Utah. I don't love EVERYTHING about it, but there is a lot to love.
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As I mentioned, I was ashamed. When friends came to visit from out-of-state, especially if they were not of my faith, I must confess I was paranoid that they would observe the cultural flaws and assume that that was somehow a representation of my faith. Some of the cultural commonalities that people often casually (and sometimes formally) mistake for the doctrinal requirements of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (a.k.a. moral imperatives) included being Republican, being interested in making lots of money, thinking that being a stay-at-home Mom means you don't need education or to do anything outside your home, associating the goal of perfect character with a perfect/clean-cut appearance, even if that means plastic surgery, and many more. Now, poor Utah gets a lot of flack for this stuff ALL the time, and with good reason. Some of it is appalling. But let's be honest, culture is weird in that it seems pervasive, even though not everyone in that society participates in these gross misconceptions of good values, and even many who do rarely participate in all of them. I knew a lot of truly sincere people who were simply doing their best to be amazing people and who would love and accept anyone. It's never fair to judge a society only upon it's failures because there is so much more to the whole than that. But this is something I've learned more since moving away from Utah. I was so frustrated with the hypocrisy for a while that I couldn't see beyond it. As seems to be expressed by SO many others, I truly believed this hypocrisy was uniquely a Utah phenomenon.
So let's talk hypocrisy. What is it? A lot of people tend to think that it's when someone doesn't practice what they preach. Wrong. I do that all the time. There are things I genuinely believe in that I am genuinely trying to do or develop but I haven't gotten there yet. I'll still promote those behaviors, even if I haven't mastered them myself because I believe in them. The word "hypocrite" comes from the Greek word ὑπόκρισις (hypokrisis) which means “play-actor”. It has to do with putting up a front so that others will think we are something we're not. In my mind it has everything to do with taking any quality that is viewed in a positive light by our culture and instead of trying to develop that quality for the sake of being good, one adopts the outward appearance of that quality for the sake of attracting praise. Because somehow along the way the main stream culture of Mormonism became conservative, being Republican or politically conservative became something that people used to judge if someone was "really" or "sincerely" Mormon, or a "better" Mormon, even though political leanings are peripheral to the essence of the gospel, since the essence of the gospel can be manifested or applied in a multitude of ways when it comes to government. Of course, when one lives in a very homogenous society where what it values is very clear and unanimously agreed upon, it becomes harder and harder to avoid hypocrisy. In a diverse community where values are varied, one has an easier time doing what they feel is right regardless of others' opinions because people don't have the convenience of judging each other based on a few widely shared priorities. In a homogenous community, an individual may actually care about being a good person, but they may gauge their success at attaining certain attributes by how others respond to them, and they might unknowingly, bit by bit, transfer their efforts from developing that attribute, to developing the outward appearance of that attribute. It can be a tricky mix of motives sometimes not even recognized by the individual. It's very hard to ignore or cast off praise and admiration, because those often serve good purposes in our interactions with one another.
So, is this rampant hypocrisy unique to Utah or to Mormons? The more places I've lived, the more I've come to learn that the answer is NO! It's called being human. So let's go back to when I was getting ready to leave Utah and live in New England for the first time. I had experimented with reserving meat-eating for colder months and not shaving my legs. (Utah gasp!) I was politically far more liberal than I'd ever been. (Utah gasp!) I really questioned my relationship with the environment and was getting excited about being around people who could relate to these various parts of me that were viewed as either extreme, inappropriate or stupid in Utah. I began to mentally build up New England as my personal promised land where I'd be understood and appreciated. Whereas Utah values family, chastity and righteousness (things which I also value) Massachusetts seemed to share the other half of my values; namely, compassion for the less-priviledged, open-mindedness and environmental conscientiousness. Of course, it's not as if those from these two states can't or don't ever agree on what is good, but when I say "values" I guess I mean "priorities".
Well here I came driving across the country with hope in my eyes searching for "my people". What I found surprised me a bit, sometimes hurt and disappointed me, but ultimately offered me hope once again. Of course, just as many of the people I associated with in Utah were loving and kind, many of the people I associate with in Massachusetts are truly open-minded and have been generous and accepting of me. Some of the kindest people I've ever met are from here. But just as there are branches of hypocrisy growing from the positive values of family, chastity and righteousness in Utah, there are plenty of branches of hypocrisy that grow out of compassion for the less-priviledged, open-mindedness and environmental conscientiousness here. One of the most blatantly obvious is the hypocrisy of "open-mindedness". I can't count how many times I've heard the phrase, "inviting everyone to sit at the table" or talk of making sure everyone is included and respecting and rejoicing in diversity. The funny thing is, this place is not very diverse. In fact the only type of diversity here I would say is mainly diversity of sexual orientation. Other than that, it's mainly a bunch of white hippies who all share the same values. Well, then there are those really ignorant, intolerant, religious types, but they're kind of that other crowd. Wait. What? What about inviting everyone to the table? It's not as easy as it sounds and not as complete as a lot of people in the area want to think it is.
The other day Ben and I were eating at a local deli and overheard a conversation in which these people kept dropping references as if they had a famous relative. "The other day I was hanging out with my black bisexual friend..." Now, is there anything wrong with being open-minded and rejoicing in diversity? Of course not. But the self-congratulatory tone of the conversation was a perfect example of how hypocrisy begins. It's no longer just about being a good person and it becomes a chance to say, "Look at me! Look at how OPEN-MINDED I am!!" Of course, it's only open-minded if we're tolerating attributes we think are good and everyone else thinks are bad. But being tolerant of what we perceive as "the norm"? Not a chance. Of course, in this process the definition of the "norm" has been effectively changed and it's the same closed-mindedness that exists anywhere else, just for a different group.
I was genuinely surprised by some of the hypocrisies I found here and was even more surprised when I discovered some comfort in them. I began to change my thinking on Utah. I had previously been bitter, but I began to soften. I began to think more about my own hypocrisies. I began to realize that the "us and them" mentality is very natural, sometimes productive, though often quite damaging. It's nearly inescapable. I began to realize what it means to be human. It is so natural to want praise and to be highly regarded within the set of values our community holds dear. This has weird side-effects regardless of the values of the culture. No matter how good family, integrity, and open-mindedness are, our own vanity can turn them into bizarre requirements we place on others or ourselves. It's tempting to end this post by saying, "I guess we should all just stop judging each other and just get back to 'cleansing the inner vessel' and trying to be good people." But for some, setting that up as another value might just end up branching off into us trying to come up with outward ways to show or judge who is really sincere and who is just trying to impress everyone. Maybe it would be better to just admit that we're human and do the best we can.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Roller Coaster Ride
What an interesting time of life. I guess I could begin any journal entry that way, regardless of what time of my life it has been. Whatever the time is, it’s always fascinating when the thoughts and feelings are right there in your mind and heart and on the tip of your tongue. Then with time they fade and new ones take their place and those become surprisingly interesting themselves. As can be said of many times, this time is uniquely filled with ups and downs. Moments of carefree abandon and glowing dreams, as well as moments heavy with anxieties, concerns, even sadness.
With uncertainty comes the roller coasters of life. One minute your senses are tickled to exploding and your arms are lifted above you with the summer air rushing against your skin and through your hair. You’re weightless and flying and your vocal chords bust free in a joyous shriek you didn’t know you were capable of. Then out of nowhere you’re slammed back in your seat and you can’t tell if you’re heavy or if everything above you is heavy, but you’re being pushed down even though you’re trying to move upward. You’re moving so much slower than just a second ago, and it seems like that turning point will never come again. You think, “How is this happening? I was just flying, I swear!” Eventually the turning point will come again.
After you get off the ride and before you get on the next one, sometimes your knees feel a little shaky and you can’t help but think that the flying wouldn’t be what it is without the heaviness. Of course, that thought always only comes in hindsight. When the world is pushing you down in your seat, it’s hard to wait for the next time you get to fly.
With uncertainty comes the roller coasters of life. One minute your senses are tickled to exploding and your arms are lifted above you with the summer air rushing against your skin and through your hair. You’re weightless and flying and your vocal chords bust free in a joyous shriek you didn’t know you were capable of. Then out of nowhere you’re slammed back in your seat and you can’t tell if you’re heavy or if everything above you is heavy, but you’re being pushed down even though you’re trying to move upward. You’re moving so much slower than just a second ago, and it seems like that turning point will never come again. You think, “How is this happening? I was just flying, I swear!” Eventually the turning point will come again.
After you get off the ride and before you get on the next one, sometimes your knees feel a little shaky and you can’t help but think that the flying wouldn’t be what it is without the heaviness. Of course, that thought always only comes in hindsight. When the world is pushing you down in your seat, it’s hard to wait for the next time you get to fly.
Monday, February 7, 2011
John Muir
John Muir is a great human being whom I've added to my little list of heroes. I had wanted to post the opening scene of The National Parks: America's Best Idea, but I could not find it anywhere to post it. I really wanted to share this opening quote by John Muir along with the stunning images and music in the film, but I will just have to share the most important part of it; his words.
One learns that the world, though made, is yet being made; that this is still the morning of creation; that mountains long conceived are now being born, brought to life by the glaciers, channels traced for rivers, basins hollowed for lakes. When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. The whole wilderness in unity and interrelation is alive and familiar. The very stones seem talkative, sympathetic, brotherly.
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread; places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike. This natural beauty hunger is made manifest in our magnificent National Parks, nature’s sublime wonderlands; the admiration and joy of the world.
-John Muir
-John Muir
Monday, August 30, 2010
How Does Someone Have Soul?
Let me count the ways.
1. The Who
2. Ray LaMontagne
3. Iris Dement
4. Janis Joplin
5. James Cotton
6. Odetta
I don't know, maybe the first one is more so inescapable energy, but maybe there's no difference between that and soul? What does it mean to have soul? You can't exactly compare #1 with #6 for example, other than that each has its own powerful energy that can be difficult to define. I also thought about posting stuff by Van Morrison, Jack White, and others, but I figured I should cut it off here. I consider all of these soulful performances but have never quite found the words to define what it means to have soul.
1. The Who
2. Ray LaMontagne
3. Iris Dement
4. Janis Joplin
5. James Cotton
6. Odetta
I don't know, maybe the first one is more so inescapable energy, but maybe there's no difference between that and soul? What does it mean to have soul? You can't exactly compare #1 with #6 for example, other than that each has its own powerful energy that can be difficult to define. I also thought about posting stuff by Van Morrison, Jack White, and others, but I figured I should cut it off here. I consider all of these soulful performances but have never quite found the words to define what it means to have soul.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Rebirth of Faith and Song
Since I started running more frequently I have been thinking about what faith really is. It seems to me that exercise is the perfect metaphor for faith. When I went on my first run, I felt disgusting. It was the physical activity that drew my attention to how unhealthy I was. It would have been easy for me to say "Wow, running makes me feel horrible. I don't want to do things that make me feel horrible because it must not be good for me." You come to a realization of your weakness only as you challenge it. It requires great effort to say "I am going to keep running even though it hurts so that I can push through and eventually receive the benefits." It takes more than just two or three runs before you begin seeing the benefits or even begin making progress. You have to make a consistent and full effort even though it's difficult for a long time. If you only go once a week you won't really see much progress. But eventually, by working through the pain every day, you will begin to find that running becomes easier.
Similarly, when I make an effort to become a better person in some way or other and begin practicing things that are difficult for me, it can feel overwhelming and discouraging at first. Whether I'm trying to improve my study habits, kindness towards others, spirituality, etc, it may seem at first like there is no hope of really changing. But if you stop trying you'll never know. Faith is pushing through that tough patch in the beginning (even if the tough patch seems to last for months) with the hope and confidence that eventually what was difficult will become easier and that you will grow in that particular capacity.
Faith seems like such a simple concept, but I feel like I'm just beginning to have real, personal experiences with it. The working through the pain, difficulty, and uncertainty; putting trust in the hope of change even though you don't have proof it will work. And then amazingly, it does work. I am beginning to really see the fruits of subtle labors I've been pursuing over the last few years. And my confidence is growing.
But something strange has happened to me in the last few years. Something that used to be such a part of me, has become painfully distant. I used to play guitar and sing quite a bit. It was just something that was a part of my daily life and a part of my friendships with others. Singing was like letting pieces of my soul touch pieces of other souls and the lovely molecules of the world around me. When I close my eyes and imagine the sensation of playing and singing my brain somehow transforms the feelings into images and other sensations. I can see myself all alone swinging at Penny Park in B.V. and recall the sensation of looking into the sky and allowing myself to feel as if gravity was reversed and that as I swung upward, I was actually free falling down into a sea of stars. Then when the swing pulled me back and reminded me of the real direction of gravity, there was a rush inside as everything turned back right side up. I get that same feeling sometimes playing music. Or at least I used to.
Sometimes it hurts to pick up the guitar again, unsure of why that feeling isn't there. Maybe I just got out of the habit, and I struggle to be able to do certain things that used to be so easy to me. Frankly, I have not been able to understand the reasons for my struggle. I've analyzed and debated within myself. I've tried to ignore it and I've tried to pretend it's not real. But sure enough, when I touch my guitar again, the pain returns. This leaves me only one option. Push through. It's like my first time running all over again. Yeah. I'm terrified that that old feeling will never come back. But if I don't push through the initial discomfort, there will never be any way for me to know. I long for that dizzy confusion of space and the summer night air in my face. The commotion in the quiet and the final return to solid ground when the song is done.
Here's to faith!
Similarly, when I make an effort to become a better person in some way or other and begin practicing things that are difficult for me, it can feel overwhelming and discouraging at first. Whether I'm trying to improve my study habits, kindness towards others, spirituality, etc, it may seem at first like there is no hope of really changing. But if you stop trying you'll never know. Faith is pushing through that tough patch in the beginning (even if the tough patch seems to last for months) with the hope and confidence that eventually what was difficult will become easier and that you will grow in that particular capacity.
Faith seems like such a simple concept, but I feel like I'm just beginning to have real, personal experiences with it. The working through the pain, difficulty, and uncertainty; putting trust in the hope of change even though you don't have proof it will work. And then amazingly, it does work. I am beginning to really see the fruits of subtle labors I've been pursuing over the last few years. And my confidence is growing.
But something strange has happened to me in the last few years. Something that used to be such a part of me, has become painfully distant. I used to play guitar and sing quite a bit. It was just something that was a part of my daily life and a part of my friendships with others. Singing was like letting pieces of my soul touch pieces of other souls and the lovely molecules of the world around me. When I close my eyes and imagine the sensation of playing and singing my brain somehow transforms the feelings into images and other sensations. I can see myself all alone swinging at Penny Park in B.V. and recall the sensation of looking into the sky and allowing myself to feel as if gravity was reversed and that as I swung upward, I was actually free falling down into a sea of stars. Then when the swing pulled me back and reminded me of the real direction of gravity, there was a rush inside as everything turned back right side up. I get that same feeling sometimes playing music. Or at least I used to.
Sometimes it hurts to pick up the guitar again, unsure of why that feeling isn't there. Maybe I just got out of the habit, and I struggle to be able to do certain things that used to be so easy to me. Frankly, I have not been able to understand the reasons for my struggle. I've analyzed and debated within myself. I've tried to ignore it and I've tried to pretend it's not real. But sure enough, when I touch my guitar again, the pain returns. This leaves me only one option. Push through. It's like my first time running all over again. Yeah. I'm terrified that that old feeling will never come back. But if I don't push through the initial discomfort, there will never be any way for me to know. I long for that dizzy confusion of space and the summer night air in my face. The commotion in the quiet and the final return to solid ground when the song is done.
Here's to faith!
Monday, June 7, 2010
Moral of the Story: The Skinny Girl Gets Eaten by the Bear
There are certain things I avoid saying in mixed company. For instance, anything relating to Glenn Beck. Or, things like, "I am so horribly out of shape!" See, I'm skinny, and a skinny girl saying something like that is likely to bring only outrage. This is because our society has a really twisted perspective on what it means to be "in shape". When I say "I am so horribly out of shape," this means that I can barely run a mile and that is extremely unhealthy. I have witnessed far too many girls stand in front of the mirror with sadness in their eyes. To them being in shape means looking skinny.
But let's imagine a scenario. Let's say that there is a girl who may perceive herself as "out of shape" because she doesn't think she looks skinny enough. Then put me next to her and imagine us hiking through the woods side by side. If a bear jumps out of the bushes, who's going to get eaten? The girl who has been working out most of her life trying to lose weight, or the girl who has never gone running in her life? You guessed it. The skinny girl gets eaten by the bear. After all, you don't have to run faster than the bear, just faster than the girl next to you.
I am not mocking women with body image issues. Most women have body image issues. Ironically, I've looked on jealously at those girls who frowned at themselves in the mirror. We all wish we looked like each other. Society says to one girl "You're not skinny enough" then turns right around to the skinny girl and says "Real women have curves you know." I was teased pretty ruthlessly in middle school. People called me anorexic, I got asked if I was a boy or a girl, and guys said right to my face, "Wow, bet you wish you weren't so flat-chested, huh?" Society just doesn't want women to win. So, here is my proposal. I know it's not easy, but why can't we stop thinking so much about how we look and just start being more concerned with what REALLY matters- our health.
I went running a week ago and thought I was going to die at one mile. I started to hyperventilate. That is HORRIBLE! I eat whatever I want and I'm quickly realizing that it's led to my being weak, frail, and unhealthy. So I've started running. I've decided that I need to eat healthier foods and eat more to make up for all the energy I'm now expending on working out. Ben and I have a sweet tooth like none other, but we've picked up a good habit. When we go grocery shopping, we're always tempted to get berries but decide against it because they're so expensive. But then we realized that if we just took the money we typically use on spontaneously buying sweets and used it instead to purchase berries, we could have a healthy dessert without spending any more money! So a couple nights ago we went and bought a couple cartons of raspberries and ate a carton a piece for dessert- SSOOO good on a summer night!
There are a lot of things I want to do, like hike mountains and see beautiful places. If I can't even run a mile, what kinds of things am I holding myself back from? I will see so much more, I will DO so much more as I work and grow healthier. Why isn't THAT what we focus on? After all, it's what you do and feel that makes you beautiful.
But let's imagine a scenario. Let's say that there is a girl who may perceive herself as "out of shape" because she doesn't think she looks skinny enough. Then put me next to her and imagine us hiking through the woods side by side. If a bear jumps out of the bushes, who's going to get eaten? The girl who has been working out most of her life trying to lose weight, or the girl who has never gone running in her life? You guessed it. The skinny girl gets eaten by the bear. After all, you don't have to run faster than the bear, just faster than the girl next to you.
I am not mocking women with body image issues. Most women have body image issues. Ironically, I've looked on jealously at those girls who frowned at themselves in the mirror. We all wish we looked like each other. Society says to one girl "You're not skinny enough" then turns right around to the skinny girl and says "Real women have curves you know." I was teased pretty ruthlessly in middle school. People called me anorexic, I got asked if I was a boy or a girl, and guys said right to my face, "Wow, bet you wish you weren't so flat-chested, huh?" Society just doesn't want women to win. So, here is my proposal. I know it's not easy, but why can't we stop thinking so much about how we look and just start being more concerned with what REALLY matters- our health.
I went running a week ago and thought I was going to die at one mile. I started to hyperventilate. That is HORRIBLE! I eat whatever I want and I'm quickly realizing that it's led to my being weak, frail, and unhealthy. So I've started running. I've decided that I need to eat healthier foods and eat more to make up for all the energy I'm now expending on working out. Ben and I have a sweet tooth like none other, but we've picked up a good habit. When we go grocery shopping, we're always tempted to get berries but decide against it because they're so expensive. But then we realized that if we just took the money we typically use on spontaneously buying sweets and used it instead to purchase berries, we could have a healthy dessert without spending any more money! So a couple nights ago we went and bought a couple cartons of raspberries and ate a carton a piece for dessert- SSOOO good on a summer night!
There are a lot of things I want to do, like hike mountains and see beautiful places. If I can't even run a mile, what kinds of things am I holding myself back from? I will see so much more, I will DO so much more as I work and grow healthier. Why isn't THAT what we focus on? After all, it's what you do and feel that makes you beautiful.
Friday, April 16, 2010
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