Big boobs, small waist, fat butt, thick thighs. The “usual,” the “thick” girl, the “Instagram baddie.” The woman we see idealized in every rap lyric and on every billboard. Will this mania subside anytime soon? I wonder what the next fad will be. What does the patriarchy have in store for us women? Will body positivity and self-acceptance manifest themselves through non-toxic mediums? Or will the “skinny legend” waltz back into our polluted thoughts to end us once and for all?
They say it’s important to love your body, but how can you love something that you don’t even own? Our bodies are fast-fashion. They go in and out of style as swiftly as AirPods fly off shelves. The start of the last decade marked the rise of “skin and bones,” with the end establishing the peach emoji as the symbol of womanhood. Slight digressions here and there mark “other” women as “worthy,” never truly lasting in the process. Our bodies are malleable, and the hands molding are never our own.
Bodies need to be recognized as more than sheer “aestheticism.” More than pictures to be admired and objects to be touched. More than followers to be gained and lyrics to be written. Your body isn’t “skinny,” “thick,” “curvy,” or “fat.” It’s none of those labels because it is real. It’s the manifestation of every utterance you have spoken, every thought you have wrangled, and every affair you have undergone to get where you are today. It’s the life you’ve led and the experiences you partook in. Confining your body to a series of labels is reductive, undermining everything extraordinary it has brought into existence. Would you ever curtail your life to a series of four or five events? Then why do you let your body dwindle, tapering off with every post, like and comment?
To answer the question posed, I would have to acknowledge the existence of a “valuable” body type. However, If I must, then yes, it’s just as bad. Any obsessive tendency comes from deep insecurities residing in those affected. Even if the trend diminishes and the “thick” girl eventually falls short of the paragon of beauty, the obsession with these unattainable standards will live on. So whether you’ve been squandered by the “thick girl obsession” or epitomized by this new craze, just remember that, no matter how far down your throat these fads are shoved, never reduce your body to a label.