Friday, June 3, 2011


I recently stumbled upon this blog. I can't remember how. But I did. And I like it.

Her name is Rosie Molinary. She has written two books, one of which is called Beautiful You. Which I'm pretty sure I need to read because the subtitle is "radical self-acceptance." Oh, Rosie. You're speaking my language!

In this latest blog, Rosie writes a letter to Celebrity Magazines.

A few highlights:
"Famous girl on the beach in her bathing suit? Let’s play: Pick Her Apart. This time, you’ve deemed her a few sizes too small. She’s a role model, how dare she?! Next week, likely, the game will turn to someone who is deemed too big. She’s a role model, how could she?!"

"Somewhere, some magazine editor thinks these judgements, these stories, these photographs will make us feel better. And that they are viable news. But that’s not true. They can’t make us feel better. And nobody’s body should be news. Even if on the surface we think, “oh, I look better than that in a swim suit,” what we subconsciously learn is:

1. that it is not just okay to judge another woman’s body, it is sport.

2. that there is a universal standard that can be applied to any of us.

3. that our bodies are fair game in assessing who we are.

Trust me, no one walks away from these judgment panels improved. We all walk away collectively wounded. And what happens with a festering wound? The infection spreads to those even beyond the magazine’s pages."

"So, here is my dare to you. Stop it. Perhaps for just one week you make a vow to stop the body critique. Just like we’ve implored young people everywhere in the past few years, make a commitment to stop the bullying. Do us all the favor of redirecting your energy and emphasis so we, too, can redirect ours. Be better than you’ve been. Be more magnanimous than you’ve been. Be kinder than you’ve been. Quit teaching us that judgment is the price we play for living. Teach us, instead, the joy we can experience in living."

"End the promotion of a narrowly defined beauty mystique that invites so few of us to the table and then ceremoniously kicks us each out when we age or eat or cry or love or live in some way that seems too much."

Mmm, Rosie. Preach it.