First you’re taught to fear a phantom, a man in black, a man with a knife, a man who’ll pounce in dark alleys. Well-intentioned women—mothers, aunts, teachers—will train you to protect yourself: Don’t wear your hair in a ponytail; it’s easier to grab. Hold your keys in one hand; hold your pepper spray in the other. Avoid dark alleys. When you reach young adulthood, the lessons change. They acquire an undertone of disgust: Don’t drink so much. Don’t wear such short skirts. You’re sending mixed signals; you’re putting yourself at risk. If you follow the advice and it never happens—if you end up one of the three out of four—you can convince yourself that safety is a product of your own making, a reflection of inherent goodness. But if you’re paying attention, you realize something doesn’t add up. Because it keeps happening: to your sisters; to your friends; to little girls and grown women you’ll never meet, in places like Cleveland, Texas; Steubenville, Ohio; New Delhi. Good people, bad people, neutral. It keeps happening in TV shows and novels and movies—they open on the missing girl, the dead girl, the raped girl. If you’re paying attention, you begin to realize that it isn’t happening. It is being done. And you are not safe. You have never been safe. You were born with a bulls-eye on your back. All you have ever been is lucky.
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I’ve entered e.l.f.’s “Beauty at all Ages” competition, and have come to the realization that all ages doesn’t exactly mean all races and sizes. The top ten of the competition is dominated by skinny white women, results which are symptomatic of the racism, and anti-fat prejudices perpetuated in this euro-centric, patriarchal world that we live in.
I entered not because I want to be a model, but because I think that it is important that women of color, and women of a larger body type are represented in these spaces. (Also the trip I might win was definitely an incentive, Lord knows I need it!)
When castings for models to represent a brand happens it is usually decided behind closed doors, and results in the same types of women being represented. However, in this particular instance there is a chance for someone outside of the archetypal model to win. Even if you don’t end up voting for me, at least scroll through the contestants and give some other woman a real shot.
Just letting you all know I haven’t died. I’ve just been super busy. Expect to see more posts soon!