Eh, screw it – here it comes.
I get having preferences in reading material. If you like m/m, and that’s all you want to read – hey, fine. I’m down with it. But rejecting a ménage story because it’s got “girl cooties” makes my blood boil, especially when the insult comes from a woman – as it always does.
Speaking as a fellow woman, and someone who’s spent a number of years in therapy dealing with self-esteem and body image issues, I’ve had it with people making snarky comments referring to female bodies as something dirty and disgusting.
Isn’t it bad enough that women are bullied and shamed for their appearance practically from birth?
Are you thin enough? Pretty enough? Young enough?
Hot enough? With all this pressure, it’s no wonder so many women – myself included - suffer from eating disorders and clinical depression. It’s taken me literally decades to get past this bullshit societal programming that I’m ugly because I don’t look like a fucking Vogue model.
Which is what prompted me last year to finally take the plunge and get my first tattoo – and my second…
Gorgeous artwork, huh? And as these photos make clear, I’m carrying around a few extra pounds. No one would ever mistake me for Kate Moss or Heidi Klum. But I am
not ugly. My body is not dirty or disgusting.
To be fair, the “girl cooties” thing was funny the first time I heard it. Fifty times down the road – not so much. It hurts to hear other women not only buying into this ridiculous cycle of self-hatred, but perpetuating it. I don’t plan on crashing anybody’s private conversations, but if this particular epithet gets flung around within earshot – well, prepare to get an ear
ful from me.