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January 27, 2010

Sociatal Pressure or Self Induced?

I was at the till a couple weeks ago at the local grocery store picking up a few things on my way home from the gym, when I noticed the front page of the tabloids proclaiming the Death of Brittany Murphy. I was deeply saddened by this; not because I watched all her films and knew her well, but because of the fact that she was young, depressed, and struggled with anorexia. I struck up a conversation with the young blond teller who had a non-chalant attitude about he whole thing. This teller viewed this event not as a tragedy, but as a “she should of seen it coming, really what did she expect treating her body that way”, matter of fact.

Now we are all entitled to our opinion but if you really look  into your life, how many times have you skipped a meal and added another 10 minutes to your cardio?  Maybe your not an exercise buff, what about taking meal replacements, diet pills, caffeine pills, barfed a little just to ease that overstuffed feeling?  I can tell you that I’ve been guilty of a least one of those things, actually two, but if  I’m honest with myself probably three.

So I ask myself, self, why do we do these things?  Is it because of the pressures society puts on us to  be thin and beautiful, fit and happy?  Or is because we are too focussed on what is going on outside of our own lives to deal with what’s really going on in ours.  The more I think about it I think it’s the latter of the two. I am guilty of buying “smutt mags” as my husband calls them.  Why do I do this? I do it for inspiration.  I do it to find tips on how to do that effective arm curl, or how I can avoid the dreaded lunges that I hate.  I do have to say that every once in a while if I’m not careful I find myself comparing myself to Katie Holmes or thinking it would be cool to have lips like Angelina Jolie.  For this reason I’ve made the switch to pure fitness magazines, that way I’m just looking at sculpted woman who have no name, not one that I know anyway,  and I can admire their efforts and aspire to be as dedicated as they are….or kind of.

I think we put these pressures to be something we are not on ourselves.  No one forces you to watch that movie, buy that book, or look at the annoying perfect girls profile on facebook.  We do it to our self.  There is nothing more attractive than a woman or man who is confident in who they are.  They could have a hunch like the Hunchback of Notra Dam, or a butt like Gloria off Madagascar, but if they exude confidence, that’s all you see. I was at a very close friend’s house and I was looking at a picture she had on her fridge.  It was a picture of her 100 lbs heavier than at present.  I exclaimed “wow, did I know you back than?”, and her response was “yes, you took that picture!”

So in the light of this tragedy, and the tragedies that occur on a daily basis due to self image; the grass is not always greener on the other side…if it seems to be, look closer, it’s probably clover.

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