The Skinny Game
Growing up as the youngest of three sisters who were very close in age, I learned early on about playing “The Skinny Game.”
It started sometime during my tween years. When one of us made some unnecessary attempt to become thinner by skipping meals, consuming only Slim Fast or grapefruit for days or weeks on end, or being way too dedicated to a new exercise program - we accused her of “playing the Skinny Game.”
There’s always some reason for women and girls to believe we need to be thinner: summer is right around the corner, that wedding is only 3 months away, or because it’s another Monday morning and we still don’t feel worthy enough as we are.
At what age did you learn that your body wasn’t enough? Or was far too much?
When did you start comparing the flatness of your belly to the bellies of others? Or the width of your hips? Or the size of your chest? Or the space between your thighs?
How old were you when you started policing your body? And the bodies of others? And when the hell can we all just stop?
(And - this is an aside but also beauty related - can someone tell me just when and WHY did we start getting rid of all of our hair - down there?)
Wednesday, February 27, 2019