This might be hard to believe, but eating disorders didn’t really pop up on most of our radars until the last couple of decades. If you don’t believe me, check out this algorithm that inspects the popularity of phrases over time. If you type in eating disorder, anorexic, or bulimia, you’ll see a sharp rise in its usage between the late ’70s and early ’80s. Sure, the culture we live in likely contributed to its rise, but it’s not like there wasn’t a girl in 1966 who threw up after every meal. In 1983, singer Karen Carpenter of The Carpenters died of heart failure from complications with anorexia, which helped the condition and other eating disorders come out of the closet. The increase awareness over the past thirty plus years has been a literal lifesaver for the millions.
The first time someone likes you back and wants to make things official, it’ll throw your brain for a loop. There are some weird, irrational thoughts you’ll have during your first real relationship that will make zero sense. If you’ve been single for a while, adjusting to being in a relationship with another person can leave you feeling very confused and stressed out, especially if you really, really like the person. You’re living in this perpetual state of “you’re kidding, right?” anticipating the inevitable collapse even though you’re super happy. The first time I dated someone, my brain switched from being a super smart 14-year-old to having a weird mix of paranoia and blissed out-ness. And I know I’m not alone!
I know that a common girl power mantra these days is to support a girl doing whatever they want with their body as long as it gives them confidence. I get it, let girls wear as much or as little makeup as they want, if an overweight girl wants to show off her tummy and rock a crop top, she should be able to do that without controversy. Still, I’m weary about blind support for this line of thinking when it could potentially support things like bleaching. No, I’m not talking about hair bleaching, I’m talking about bleaching the body.
Before I start this post, I want to make one thing clear. At Gurl, we’re all about promoting self love, but we’re also realists: you’re not going to wake up every morning feeling amazing about the way you look. That’s just human nature! But we do hope to encourage you guys to be a little less hard on yourselves, especially for things that are beyond your control. For example, boobs.
I know you’re insecure about sex (you’re human after all), but it’s time to GET OVER IT. You need to say, “Sayonara” to that voice in your head that tells you that the face you make during sex is hideous. SO LONG, SUCKA! I’ll see you, never! The truth is, no one is perfect, sex is a very vulnerable thing, and weird stuff happens when two people are naked together. Once you just embrace that instead of taking things so personally (“he couldn’t get it up so obviously I’m fat and ugly!”) you’ll enjoy having sex more.
Feeling confident in yourself is so much harder than some people say it is. Whenever I read advice on how to love yourself and feel awesome about who you are, it’s all a variation of the same statements. I mean, what does “Fake it till you make it!” even mean? And how exactly are you just supposed to “stop caring what other people think?” It’s easy to say that, but caring about what others are thinking is not a switch you can turn on and off.
On the boards this week, I saw this really interesting discussion on whether or not insecurity can ruin a relationship. This inspired me to browse through some of the other forums with the same topic, including this girl’s story about feeling worried over her partner’s ex and this discussion about how to get over insecurities. Take a look at what you guys had to say about feeling insecure in your romantic relationships.
I see my friends’ eyes glaze over and their polite smiles start to sag. Yikes. I’m talking about my relationship too much…again. But is this uncontrollable urge to overshare the result of lovesickness or vanity? As someone in my first relationship, I’ve realized that my inability to STFU about my boyfriend actually stems from some serious insecurity issues about my own desirability above all else.
Read the rest of my Accidental Virgin adventures here.
No, I am not any less of a woman. No, I don’t have an eating disorder.
This week, Lauren Conrad announced that the words “skinny,” “thin,” and “slim” would be banned from her website. Instead, her team will be using words like “fit,” “toned,” and “healthy.” Conrad explained they’re banning body shaming terms because “we want to make sure that the focus is on being fit as opposed to a number on the scale. Every body is created differently—and healthy bodies come in all shapes and sizes.” Okay, that’s cool. I’m in support of being healthy.
I AM skinny. I AM thin. I AM slim. And I am insecure about it all the time. I think about it constantly. I thought about it when I dropped nearly 15 pounds when I was sick. I think about it when I’m shopping. I think about it when I get dressed every day. I think about it when someone says I’m a “twig” or tells me not to blow away in the wind. I think about it when people try to force me to eat when I’m not hungry. I think about it when “All About That Bass” plays on the radio. I think about it when someone calls me a “skinny bitch.”