What’s wrong with MY arms?
This guest blog post is from Roni
There was a recent post on the DIR blog about “Getting Jennifer Aniston’s ‘Sleek Yoga Arms.’” that for some reason outraged me. That’s a strong word and I may be using it because I’ve been TRYING to get Jennifer Aniston style arms for over a year (actually my entire life). I work my butt of at the gym. I can easily do 25 push ups. I recently accomplished my pull up goal. I can bench more then half my body weight and my trainer calls me “diesel” for God’s sake. I am strong, fit and confident. I’m active and I love it. So why in the hell do I need to compare myself to anyone. Jennifer Aniston isn’t me. I am me, my arms are fine and that’s O…K…
When will I learn that?
I realize women have constantly been trying to become someone else’s idea of an “ideal” body. Even our concept of our own “ideal” body is shaped and morphed by our culture and what we, ourselves find attractive. Do I find Jennifer Anniston attractive? Of course. But that doesn’t mean I have to compare myself to her. Why do we find the need to do this?
How many young women see that article or similar ones, look at their own arms and then get depressed? I don’t want to be a drama queen here but this is the type of stuff that leads to eating disorders and a warped sense of self.
I know. It happened to me.
I’ve always wanted “Jennifer Anniston arms”. I remember being self-conscious of my arms as a preteen. I spent 20 years of my life staying away from tank tops when I had nothing to be ashamed of in the first place. I spent WASTED time feeling sorry for myself and eating because I didn’t look like someone else. Sad, isn’t it?
I want to know if this type of article bothers you? Am I being overly sensitive? (That’s never been known happen, has it?) I just think the article could have passed on the great information about strengthening your arms without the comparison to a possibly unattainable body image.