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Body Positivity

Honestly? I hate a lot of body positivity campaigns. Because a lot of them don't promote body positivity, not to everyone.
Body types have become a fashion trend, which is ridiculous. We can't change our body types. Our weight can increase and decrease, but why has it become popular to drastically change you weight in relation to trends?
In the 90/00's, being stick thin was the "it" thing. Bones poking out from under the skin with little flesh was beautiful.
That's not healthy, that's underweight, sick. Of course, some people are naturally underweight, which is fine. But a lot of people that we looked up to as a society starved themselves to reach our idea of beautiful. It encouraged us to do the same.
Now, people seem to be angry at thin people. I'm rather thin. I've been told to eat more, that I'm anorexic, that I'm not a real woman.
Now, a trend of being overweight (not curvy, overweight) is popular. Yes, again, some people are overweight due to natural reasons or health complications, but it is another extreme that is unhealthy to strive for. Now, body positive campaigns no longer have unhealthily thin people, but now have unhealthily large people.
I'm nervous to publish these thoughts and frustrations, because whenever I voice these thoughts, people get angry at me, and my weight is used as an insult. I don't want to upset anyone, I just want to help everyone feel beautiful. Body types shouldn't be a fashion trend. We should promote loving yourself for who you are. Our models should promote healthy bodies. And I'm definitely not saying thin or overweight people are ugly, because again, everyone has beauty. I'm saying that instead of having extreme examples of bodies consistently shown, inspiring a drastic fashion trend, we should promote health and diversity. I'm sick of body positivity campaigns only having one or two body types. Let's get everyone in, because we all have bodies. Let's nourish them, care for them, and love them, no matter the shape, size, or colour.

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