Weight and Pretty Privilege

As a child, my parents put me in so many athletic activities I can’t even count them on my fingers. I really enjoyed them. I would play soccer, tennis, swim, dance, gymnastics, ballet, and rock climbing all throughout my elementary and middle school years.

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Physically, I felt so good. I was in really good shape and eating healthy. It wasn’t until the age of 12 that I started noticing changes in my body, looking at my own stomach in the mirror and wondering why my body was changing. I was still pretty active until COVID hit and school was online. During this period I gained over 50 pounds and often felt insecure because I was no longer active like I used to be.

In 2021 when we went to school physically, even though my friends wouldn’t make direct comments at my weight, they would make comments like “you look so different” and so on. I felt severely insecure about my body and how I looked and felt really ashamed of myself.

While reading “Pretty Ugly, The Politics of Desire”, there was one quote: “We all run from the ugly. And the farther we run from it the more power we give beauty”. This stuck out to me because starting my senior year, I lost about half the weight I gained during COVID. I also began to wear makeup and wear better clothes to try to make myself look prettier. It did work, because people spoke to me more, treated me better, and I was getting less backhanded compliments. Inside I still felt horrible, because why couldn’t I have been treated like that when I wasn’t as “pretty”? I just feel like society places too much value on appearance.

One thought on “Weight and Pretty Privilege

  1. Kinda similar but maybe not idk but that last line about “why couldn’t I be treated like that when I wasn’t as pretty” reminded me of all the times I go out in bonnet/head wrap, hoodie/t-shirt, crocs, slippers, sweatpants you know bummy outfits and people/men don’t hold the door for me as much, have a different cadence in their voice when I ask them something, don’t or barely say excuse me just basically when you don’t look presentable its honestly crazy how much differently people treat you. Like why doessss it matterrrrrr oh my goddddd. I don’t care if the person approaching me is waring an 3,000 dollar outfit or their pajama- they’re both getting the same tired, no bullshit rbf with the monotone voice. Because It doesn’t occur to me to treat people differently based on simplistic shit like some polyester cotton clothes.

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