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What Does Size [Fill in the Blank] Look Like?

Lynne Murray says:

A major obstacle to owning and celebrating our bodies is the lack of images of real bodies and the ocean of unreal (sometimes literally photoshopped) images that are held up in the mass media as “healthful” and “normal.” The numbers game can be particularly devastating. We are encouraged to beat ourselves up if our clothing size, measurements or weight are over or under a certain number.  Yet we have only the vaguest idea what any given size looks like.

I recently found My Body Gallery, a site that invites an interactive approach to informing people what real bodies look like.

In a world full of images of how we “should” look it can get difficult to tell how we DO look. Our hope is to build a site where women can see what real women look like. What we really look like. Most women have spent so many years looking at themselves in mirrors that we can no longer see what’s really there. The My Body Gallery project’s goal is to help women objectively see what we look like and come to some acceptance that we are all beautiful.

My Body Gallery offers various methods of interaction. Women can post photos and stories and the site can be searched by weight, body type or clothing size so you can see some examples of what any given size, weight or body type looks like and read what these women feel about their bodies.

Body Impolitic has confronted this issue many times in many ways — Laurie and Debbie’s post on “The Hidden Diversity of Athletes” was a particularly eye-opening example for me.

Even a cursory examination of The Body Gallery site confirms what Seth Matlins says in a Huffington Post piece, “Why Beauty Ads Should Be Legislated”:

“…there is an epidemic crisis of confidence affecting girls and women and an inextricable link between the epidemic and our cultural products, norms and images ”

No matter what size or shape a woman’s body might be, the vast majority of women who share photos and stories on The Body Image Gallery view their bodies with despair. Seeing the disconnect between what a woman’s body actually looks like and how she feels about it can be dramatically helpful.

Adding yourself to the gallery can only make it better.

The Woman in the Mirror and the Peter Meter

Lynne says:

The latest fat attack suggesting that a woman can be “too fat to be Supreme Court Justices” has set me to thinking about why we measure the worth of women including ourselves by how “attractive” we are, and how contagious those measurements are. Many are speculating that President Obama will nominate a female judge to replace Supreme Court Justice David Souter when he retires soon, and some possible nominees have been attacked on grounds of body size, as Paul Campos explains in his excellent article “Fat Judges Need Not Apply.”

Campos skewers the supposed health concerns and gets to the center of the problem:

Based on photographic evidence, Kagan’s and Sotomayor’s current weights almost certainly do not even correlate with any increased mortality risk, let alone one that ought to be considered in the nomination process (for average-height women, no increased mortality risk correlating with weight begins to appear until weights above 200 pounds). So what’s the real motivation for all the anxiety about the bodies that house two such apparently distinguished legal minds? A glance at the comments at a site such as Abovethelaw.com, which features a number of vicious attacks on Kagan’s appearance, provides one clue. For some men, the only thing more intolerable than the sight of a powerful woman is the sight of a powerful woman they don’t want to sleep with.

Being judged on how closely we approximate some insecure stranger’s wet dream fantasy is bad enough. But worse yet, when I look at my own life I have to honestly say that it is almost an ingrained reaction to judge myself this way, despite years of working hard not to do so.

As a card-carrying, vanilla heterosexual fat woman there have been times when I went seeking male approval to validate myself. The most dramatic example was during the years following my husband’s death. I was 42 when he died and 100 pounds heavier than I had been when we met.

Although I have been considered “too fat” all my adult life, I managed to carve out a sex life in my teens and 20s and find love in my 30s through raw hormones, a sense of humor and force of will. When people tried to pull me into line by attacking my womanhood, which happened surprisingly often, I could laugh and note that I had probably had more orgasms in the past year than they ever had or ever would have, so my womanhood seemed to functioning quite well. Solo orgasms count by the way. Based on Woody Allen’s “sex with someone you love” theory, letting your body know you care helps keep your hand in the game.

But as a much fatter, forty-something widow I knew that the prospects of simply getting laid, let alone finding love again were scarcer. The good news was that this situation made me much more serious about investigating fat acceptance. When I started to look into it I heard rumors that there were men, some said rarer than unicorn herds, who actually preferred larger women. “Fat admirers” they were called, FAs for short.

I now observe with a rueful smile that this is still the first question many fat women ask on encountering the Fat Acceptance Movement, “Are there really men who prefer fat women?”

This should be a simple question, right? We’re talking about measuring ourselves on the Peter Meter, what Screw Magazine founder Al Goldstein described as a “measuring tool for evaluation of porn films,” a meter which was “based on how many hard-ons it produced.” Amanda Hess, blogging about a sexual harassment suit in The Washington City Paper Sexist Blogs comes up with several further definitions that have developed since.

Incidentally when I looked up “peter meter” online, I discovered that a novelty condom was the first entry that popped up.

But nothing about desire is simple. It can be a force of nature as Norman Mailer comments when government censorship of pornography in the 1970s: Sex is a force. It’s like lava. And there haven’t been too many successful engineering projects diverting the flow of lava.

But we are not volcanoes but social critters with herd instincts, hang ups and personal problems. Among men who are self-described admirers of the larger figure, I found find some very nice guys who may or may not be attracted to any given fat woman. I also found predators who find seek out fat women in hopes that low self-esteem will make them easy targets, fat men who are so traumatized by experiences with prejudice that they are too shy to reach out or respond to fat women, and even men who will see a fat woman privately but refuse to be seen with her in public in order to avoid stigma to themselves.

The question I was trying to puzzle out and many women ask when approaching fat acceptance is only partly, “Can I find companionship?” It’s also the sadly wistful question, “Could anyone ever find me desirable, and thus prove that I am valuable?”

What if no one finds us attractive? Are we still valuable?

As a widow I would say that sexual adventures in the fat acceptance community helped me re-enter the world of the living after too much hard time in hospital waiting rooms. But building our house of self-esteem on Norman Mailer’s Lava Flow Estates doesn’t work. The problems are twofold:

(1) It’s addictive. Mutual attraction when it works, makes everything seem deceptively easy and paralyzingly sweet. We can get addicted to wanting to be wanted, and that addiction also makes up easy victims of con games too numerous to list, all based on the hope that the sugar rush can be sustained beyond its natural span.

(2) Sexual attraction, by its very nature is fleeting. It can be repeated, transmuted into intimacy and nurtured over time, but it’s essentially a flower that is meant to bloom, go to seed and bear fruit.

I don’t own a crystal ball, but I can predict with uncanny accuracy how unhappy someone will be based on how much they depend on other people for their happiness. Even the most attentive lover in the world can’t prop up your ego and convince you that you are worthwhile if you don’t believe it yourself and there certainly is no magic formula or pill that you can buy to help you accept and love yourself.

So how do your come to believe what all the media and lots of “well-meaning” people you encounter tell you is wrong? Ignoring external measures of attractiveness is a skill that can be mastered. The surest way to build a happy life, and even to attract others, is to build self worth on our own terms. My explorations in fat acceptance in my 40s brought me to the understanding that I had to build my self-worth through my own sweat equity. It’s a house you have to build that sometimes suffers storm damage and needs repairs. But once you build it, you own it. Let the Peter Meters fall where they may.