Sophia Bleu's Blog, page 6

Dear Kim: You go, girl.

For the last few weeks every time I'm checking out at the market I've spotted numerous tabloids blasting Kim Kardashian for weight gain.  That's right.  It's considered news to take someone's picture and plaster it on the front page to mock her weight.  And the best part? She's pregnant.  Today's offender?  I photo zoomed in to show a fold of skin in her arm, presumably fat, with a headline about how she knows her body will never be the same.

No shit.  She's having a baby.  Nothing is ever the same after you conceive, grow, and push a human being out of you.  But I digress.

When I was a kid, Kirstie Alley was the popular subject of fat shaming.  Tabloids highlighted every ounce she gained and lost.  As a young girl, this was just another method of solidifying in me that I didn't want to be fat.  After all being made fun of you.  They judged you.  And I thought like the young, metabolically-gifted teen girl I was that I would never struggle with my weight.

So as a mom and a curvy woman rocking the 205 lb mark - it makes me so angry to see that this still acceptable tabloid fodder.  Because as a woman who had babies and yo-yo diets, I know way too much of my self-esteem is caught up in my weight and my figure.  People tell me I look good.  "You can't possibly be 205 lbs!" My weight is steady - not gaining, not losing- and I'm a pretty solid size 16.  My husband thinks I'm hot.  Men flirt with me.  But when I look in the mirror and I order more Spanx and I start a new diet and swear I'll do the Jillian Michaels dvd.  And then by the end of the week I remember that I'll never be that 120 lb teenager again.

But here's the thing.  If I lost all that weight tomorrow and woke up as a size 4, my body still wouldn't be the same.  As previously mentioned, I grew human life inside of me.  That is amazing.  It also means nothing will ever be in quite the same place again.

And you know what? That's okay.

So when I see the tabloids slamming a pregnant woman, I want to mail them some dog poo.

I don't know anything about Kim Kardashian.  I have no idea why she's famous.  I think she's having Kanye's baby (this is literally all I know about her and I garnered all that info from tabloids), but when I look at her I think "she looks good." She's curvy.  She's got breasts.  She looks like a beautiful woman.  Isn't that the ideal?  Isn't that the most glorious thing about pregnancy?  That we get swollen breasts and spreading hips.  That we take on the curves of womanhood?

Tabloids you aren't winning this round. When you sit around snapping shots of Kim, I'm not feeling sorry for her for gaining weight.  I feel sorry that you can't see how beautiful she is.  I look at her and I feel even better about my own curves.  Wouldn't it be so much cooler if those magazines showcased that?  Wouldn't our daughters grow up embracing their bodies?  Wouldn't we all be happier?