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Question of the Week:
Do photo-shopped images make you feel bad about yourself?
Do you worry about the affect it has on teens?
I recently saw a Facebook post where a woman commented on the fact that after being very self-conscious about her body she recently realized that she would never reach her original weight.
This being said original weight, I can see why she is now pacified.
How often do you see or hear about photoshopped pictures of babies? Why is it so acceptable for them to be rounded and cherubic but in as little as four to five years later the media begins to show figures with slim lean lines. Add 10 years and the average photo of a model is even slimmer with no hint at the cherubic face or any indents anywhere. Is it possible? Very much so. I was one of those fortunate few who grew up physically active. My love for dancing and partiality for three course meals, bred in me by my father, gave me the long lean lines, slim hips, crazy small waist and great posture. My genes gave me a toosh you could place a glass on and thighs that though smooth and muscled, still earned the distinct nickname rhyming with ‘under highs’.
I have to say that though I was an exception and I was at an impressionable age when photoshopping was new in magazines, I still wanted hair like Shirley Temple or a wardrobe like one red-headed girl in the Brat Pack. Life and my peers did their job at shooting holes in my self-esteem. I can only imagine what it would have been like if every picture I saw had been “airbrushed” to the point of fantasy, but my niece as gorgeous as I already think she is, had the honor of going through puberty right in the midst of Photoshop’s heyday.
A 13-year-old that comes up to me with beautiful long thighs showing off the incredible height of her parentage and pinches a few centimeters of skin. She looks up at me with solemn eyes then sucks her teeth and begins to bemoan her thighs that move when she slaps them. What person’s thighs don’t move when you slap them? Photoshopped thighs don’t move when you slap them. Photoshopped thighs get thinner, smoother and blemish free in seconds and are a wonderful weapon against a child’s confidence unless they are shielded by their parents or caring adult.
So for me, I don’t have any hang ups about what certain types of media says I should look like. I have taken too many classes in fitness and nutrition to wish upon a screen or piece of paper. I am more focused on staying healthy than a size 7, but for the youth of this era these pictures should come with a warning.
Young girls and boys these pictures are as fictitious as a fairytale. What you see is an illusion and is purely for entertainment. It is not to be believed nor is it a standard to which you should measure any part of yourself. There is a reason why we come in so many shapes and sizes and they are all beautiful, especially when they house a beautiful heart.
Now hop on over to Stephany Tullis's blog to see how she answered this question. If you have a question you would like me to answer don't hesitate to leave it in the comments.While you're there, take a look at her books especially her new release
Blue Lady at http://www.stephanytullis.com/.
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