Everytime you say “real women have curves,” I want to throw up.
Real women are tall. Real women are short. They’re wide. Gaunt. Their bones can stick out of their collarbones, or be disguised by curves or fat. There are real women with breasts and real women with flat chests. There are real women who have had to have their breasts or ovaries removed, and not having those doesn’t make them any less of a real woman. There are even real women who might not be cis-gendered women. Real women are gay or straight or pansexual or femme or butch or any place along the gender identity spectrum, and if they identify as a woman, they’re still a real woman. Real women, beautiful women, come in every variation of skin tone, size, socio-economic background, political persuasion that you could possibly ever think of. You’re taking two (huge) steps backward when you tell a woman to be proud of her curves, and in the same breath, tell a thin woman to eat a sandwich.
Feminism is not about empowering one kind of woman. Body positivity is not about empowering one kind of woman. Self-love is not about empowering one kind of woman.
I wholeheartedly agree with this, I hate the use of “real women”.
I’m going to take it one step further and say “real women” includes women who have had plastic surgery for augmentation reasons too. I have no interest in debating the psychology or politics of plastic surgery, but women who have silicone breasts or undergone nose jobs (or any other procedure) are real. I might not personally like some plastic surgery but I’ve tried to stop pointing out the “fake”. I don’t think it helps me as a woman to disparage another woman for making that choice.
