I didn't mention the names of the brand or the CEO on purpose, mainly because I have a very tiny understanding of how marketing and the Internet works (I paid enough for my education...I would hope that I do anyway) to know that adding those names to the SEO/Internet keywords for that company is only giving that slimeball what he wants.
So I will say this: I wish I had the courage to make a post like Amy did. Even more, I wish I had the courage to post a photo of myself from head to toe smiling as wide and genuinely happy as she is. She is a jaw-droppingly beautiful woman who is intelligent and wise. Any photo I see of myself from head to toe gets scrutinized in my brain, I get dizzy between my forehead and behind my eyes, my throat tightens and I usually look away or bury it pretty quickly. I remember crying quietly for hours after seeing my grad photos because I looked like a whale by comparison to my friends. I broke down when my parents wanted a picture of me a few years ago. So yeah, that's a thing that I have to work on, obviously.
Why do I mention this? Because it's about me too. Because this is what I learned growing up. This is what my bullies taught me in Jr. and High schools when they didn't pick me to be on their sports teams, when jumping on a trampoline in guym class brought on gasps (and I wasn't even THAT fat in school jeez) This is what brands like this piece of shit company taught me. This is what is taught to me when I am told "you have to lose weight..."
"I don’t wear a size 4. You should probably also know that my middle fingers curve ever-so-slightly outward and I have a Morton’s toe. I’m terrible at long division and I’m not that great at parallel parking. But I’m a good person. I have an awesome job, great friends and a family that I wouldn’t trade for the world. I have mentors with brains as big as their giant hearts, and a rescue dog who is always happy to see me at the end of the day. Like everyone (size 4 or size 24), I have wants and hopes and dreams. "--Amy Taylor
|This is the photo of Amy Taylor.|
This is all so silly because like Amy states: I have an AWESOME life. I have an amazing partner in crime, I have a few very close friends, I am blessed with a job that keeps my bank account from being empty, parents I can call anytime for help. I have a new house I bought with aforementioned partner in crime, I have a rescue dog who loves me, I have community, I have a sense of humour, I have spirit, I have two arms, two legs that all work JUST FINE, and a heart that beats just fine. I live in a part of the world that I won't get killed for publicly disagreeing with the political figures in my country, and I can go to the tap, pour a glass of water and drink it down, maybe even spill out half of it when I am done and not fear dying of dysentery.
So for every person and company who has put in my brain that my size is somehow connected to my self worth, I hope they read Amy's words, because she said it better than I could without getting all emotional up in here.Because those people and businesses created a lot more work for me in my adult life than I would prefer to have!
I am working on it, though.
WIP as we like to say in "the biz".