The problem with ‘everyone is beautiful’

While I find it admirable that many mainstream brands and ads have expanded the typical media’s standard of beauty – thin, young, white girl – to include all body shapes, sizes, colors, and ages, I still have a problem with the overarching message – there is a clear problem with everyone is beautiful. Yes, women of all kinds are beautiful, but so what? Why do women have to be minimized or validated by the qualification of being beautiful?

I believe this stamp of approval on our physical appearance is meant to empower women for their individuality, but it’s actually just objectifying us more.

I realize many of these campaigns are just trying to reverse the horrifying, unrealistic depiction of what it means to be a beautiful woman (size 2, airbrushed, photoshopped), which is a real problem in our society, with issues such as depression and eating disorders starting as early as 10-years-old, but instead of asserting that now ALL women can be EQUALLY objectified, we should change the message of these campaigns.

Related post: Why beautiful is not a compliment (and what to say instead)

Guys, stop calling everyone guys

You probably don’t even notice it – if you’re from the South, you probably don’t even say it – if you say it, you probably see no problem with it. But I’m here to share why one of the most common greetings has GOT to go: calling people ‘guys.’

It’s a simple, harmless greeting, a way to get people’s attention, a way to speak to a group of people – I hear it (and used to say it) hundreds of times a day – at the store, at school, in the office, to family and friends, anywhere there are people, you will hear the greeting ‘hey guys.’

‘Guys’ has morphed into what society uses and accepts as a gender-neutral term referring to men, women, boys, and girls, and it wasn’t until a year after having my second daughter that I somehow noticed myself saying it. I don’t know what it was that caught my attention from something that flew off my tongue without thought, but something made me pause one day.

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Happy birthday to me: 31 fun facts for 31 years

It’s my birthday, so in order to celebrate I thought I’d share 31 facts for my 31 years. Let’s just dive right in, shall we?

1. I can lick my elbow, which is supposed to be impossible.

2. I have insomnia and hypnagogic hallucinations every night. (Want me to do a blog post explaining what that is? Let me know.)

3. I never wanted to be pregnant before having kids; my sister (and best friend, clearly) always said she would be my surrogate. Turns out I have the worst pregnancies but love being pregnant.

4. I can be weirdly hyper sensitive about certain noises or textures- I detest the feeling of cardboard or matte paint.

5. I choose to deny that dinosaurs existed.

6. When I was younger, I used to claim I could see air molecules…I still think I can.

7. I still sleep with my baby bear, Huggie. My mom stocked up on a few of them because I loved him so much, so now each of my girls has her own.