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Margaret Cho on weight, eating disorders, and yoga pants for Miss Representation
#body image #fitness #fitspiration #thinspiration #women's issues #yoga #Asian American
Why I love yoga
Yoga is equal parts physical practice and spiritual practice, and it is the spiritual practice that has helped me accept my body the way it is.
I am naturally tall and curvy, a typical female endomorph: fairly weak, curvy and soft with a hip-heavier hourglass figure. In the past couple of years, my BMI has oscillated from 22.4 to 24.4, depending on the season and how stressed I am. I am also Asian, and the two most common comments I get are “wow you are really tall for an Asian” and “wow I didn’t think Asian girls were that curvy.”
My mother’s side of the family are small-boned, thin people; my father’s side of the family are tall, big-boned and solidly built. My sister got the big bones but small overall build, and I got the small bones but a large overall build. The women in my family, nuclear and extended, never understood how I could be so tall and curvy—they still don’t—and my mother’s reaction in particular was to always comment on how I needed to lose some weight and to act as a food police.
Under the combined pressure from family and from larger society, I gravitated towards physical activities where thinness was a pre-requisite. I believed that the more I danced and the more I ran, then being thin would naturally come. But it didn’t.
As how it often goes, I began to change my eating patterns, and they became very, very weird. My mother noticed, and the oddities irked her (for example, I refused to eat fruit because I had read that it makes you fat; I would only eat half a protein bar for breakfast, the rest for lunch, and small portions of “safe foods” for dinner), but by and large she encouraged the change because I was dropping weight and becoming what Asian women are supposed to look like. In the words of Marya Hornbacher, “when a woman is thin in this culture, she proves her worth, in a way that no great accomplishment, no stellar career, nothing at all can match. We believe she has done what centuries of a collective unconscious insist that no woman can do—control herself. A woman who can control herself is almost as good as a man. A thin woman can Have It All.”
It’s been a few years since that, and I’ve constantly struggled to eat normally and to not allow my body image dictate what I eat. In all honesty, how many woman eat normally? How many of us eat when we are hungry and stop eating when we are not? How many of us have skipped meals because we’re “watching what we eat” and “trying to be healthy?” How many of us have stopped ourselves from ordering a burger or a cookie because we’re on a diet even though that fucking burger is what we really, really want to eat right now?
One of the mantras that Emma, our yoga teacher, constantly repeats is the idea that each body is unique. Each body has its own strengths and weakness. There is no way to say one body is better than another because we all have our unique strengths and weaknesses. That idea has greatly helped me along the road of accepting my body.
No, I will never be thin. No, I do not have long, beautiful lines. Yes, I look normal in person and chubby in photos. Yes, I have beautiful lines that curve. Being curvy is not less beautiful or aesthetically appealing than being thin; it is simply different. Yoga has allowed me to understand this.
Yoga has allowed me to gain appreciation for the way my body looks. Yoga has helped me realize and appreciate the beauty of my youth. Youth in itself, without any help and adornments, is beautiful because of its vigor and clarity. Right now, I may be the most beautiful I will ever be, and I am grateful for this opportunity. Yoga has helped me recognize this, and instead of wallowing in the idea of that I could be more beautiful, I celebrate the unique beauty that I do have.
Yoga has changed how I view my looks and body from that of a critical outsider who can only see flaws to one in which I recognize the gifts I have from my own ideas of beauty. That is one of the reasons why I love yoga, and I am so grateful that I took a chance and began practicing yoga.
—Karin

Now that is fitspiration.
#fitness #health #thinspiration #fitspiration #this is bullshit
On the subject of thinspiration
Can we toss “fitspiration” in with that bunch of bullshit? “Fitspiration” implies inspiration from being fit—so the stats people post should be of cholesterol levels, resting heart rate, mile time, bone density and VO2, right? And images associated with “fitspiration” should be of people doing crazy athletic feats, no matter their size?
But no, “fitspiration” still hinges on weight, calorie counts and images of thinness.
It breaks my heart when I see how many people equate getting fit with getting thin, when people assume that being thin will mean that they will be happy with themselves, and when people judge others as objects and not as human beings with varying experiences and bodies. The magazines will tell you that “If you work out and eat healthily, you’ll be thin like this model!!!” but that is completely false. A few lucky people will; most won’t. At one point, I believed those messages, and I ended up borderlining on an ED. I was lucky that I had a sister who realized what was happening and pulled me out, but what about those who live in an environment that encourages that bullshit? Not to mention how we tear each other apart—“Oh, she can’t be fit, she’s not thin! She doesn’t have visible muscle tone! Oh, she doesn’t have a good body because (insert some bullshit reason)!”
The normalization of pathology: if you’re not constantly beating yourself up about your weight, if you’re not constantly thinking about or trying to diet, then you are somehow not a woman in today’s society. Hating your body (and others’ bodies) and not recognizing its amazing qualities is part of the experience of growing up. That is fucked up.
—Karin
P.S.—“Real women have curves?” No, real women have bodies, and real women have unique bodies that reflect their unique experiences. Let’s respect that.