I wish I wasn’t pear-shaped.
My nose is too fat.
Laxatives are definitely the answer.
Why can’t I be thinner?
Does all this sound familiar? If you’re a woman, it should. While these statements were taken from the walls of the ladies’ loos in a burger bar, they’re meant to represent what all of us are really thinking. Go on, admit it. We hate ourselves. We’re women; it’s what women do. If you’re not drowning in self-loathing, you’re not in the club.
Staff at Almost Famous, Leeds, have now painted over their fresco of female insecurity, in response to a blog by food writer Helen Graves. The wall was a shitty idea, poorly executed. Nonetheless, you can’t blame the owners for trying. Why not cast an ironic eye on female self-hatred? It’s what all the cool kids are doing. Twenty-five years after the publication of Naomi Wolf’s The…
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