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"strong is the new anorexic"

Awhile ago, I blogged about the strong is sexy thing. I see nothing has changed. An article on the Crossfit Games proves that we still have some forward motion to make. A woman worries about her postpartum figure when surrounded by "obviously Crossfitting" ladies. How about those strong is sexy or strong is the new skinny pictures with ultra-lean women performing some insane feat of strength? 


Just as the larger society we spurn for promoting beauty standards that include stick-thin models, we’ve got our own set of beauty standards. They include very lean, muscular women…very lean. As a matter of fact, all that we’ve done is stick some muscle on the stick-thin model we hate and said "strong=sexy". It’s not any different. I saw a comment on one of those strong is sexy photos. The commenter was associating how hard and unrealistic it was for most women to achieve the heroin sheik look as it was for them to achieve the single digit body fat, uber lean, strong is sexy look. She said "strong is the new anorexic." Bravo to you mysterious commenter, sorry for not tagging your name.

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Hearsay?! Not really. The goal is that there is no standard “look” to the ladies. The goal is that a woman can feel like she belongs to the group whether she is stick thin, beast strong, or showing she eats a sandwich or two. We all point and make fun of people, it happens. I would there is also a time we admire someone who puts health above aesthetics. So there’s a chubby girl. She can outrun and out-lift you. She’s not lean. She is not “obviously” Crossfit. She’s not mainstream. Well hell, I guess she’s nothing? Chances are, if she’s happy with how she looks, she doesn’t give a fuck what category you put her in and why the hell would she give it a thought, her time is too valuable for that.

Thin is not in. Fat is not in. Strong is not sexy. Weak is not sexy. Marilyn Monroe is only one version of what is desirable. Be as healthy as you can be to support a lifestyle you desire. If that means running competitive lifting, just playing around with kids, or being a weekend warrior, pick your poison to fit your life. If you don’t want to push the envelope of performance because you just want to be fit and enjoy the rest of your time. Go for it.

All this may sound like a load of crap coming from someone who wants to be in a figure competition. Let us get one thing straight though - it doesn't take a small bikini, a stage, and a trophy to make me feel accepted. If you've seen my ego, you know it needs no help. I just want to say my part (because I'm on my soapbox) - in the end, we cannot rely on any group to like how we look. We cannot base our feelings of self-worth and beauty on how people react to waist measurements, bra size, or even IQ. There will always be someone that doesn’t like something you got…on the other hand, there will be always someone that loves something you have. The person in the front of that line should be yourself.
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