Kate Upton does not need my defending. So, when I read an article that is making the rounds on Facebook about Kate Upton being fat, I didn't feel like I needed to defend her, but I do want to add my small voice to counter this nasty article and the idea of beauty that it espouses. I married an amazing, beautiful woman and I have two daughters who are well on their way to becoming strong, beautiful women (and the youngest is only 6, but she sasses me like the best of them). I want to speak to them.
I want them to know that the true ugliness in that article (which I refuse to link to, because traffic is what those bottom-feeders thrive on) is that there is some impossible ideal of beauty that every woman should judge herself against, but is forever unattainable. I am personally offended because Kate Upton is on my island. You don't know about the island? It's what we talk about after a few drinks in the cul-de-sac on a Friday night. Who is on whose island. Mine changes a lot, but recently, it's been Kate Upton, Erin Burnett, and S.E. Cupp. I don't know, I have this thing for confident, smart women. That's beautiful to me. And before you call me sexist, the other women on the block, including my wife, are full participants in the island exercise. My wife's constant island-mate is Ewan McGregor (she has a thing for pasty guys with bad teeth; that's a good thing, I guess). Bill Clinton even made the cut for one neighbor.
Everyone has a different idea of beauty. For me, when I see my daughter practicing ballet, and the grace of her movement makes my throat catch and my eyes water, and it's more than just fatherly pride, her beauty steals my breath. When I see my youngest daughter fight through a scrum in soccer, the smallest player out there, throwing a couple of elbows and emerging from the pack with the ball, and remembering her in the neonatal infant care unit, born two months premature, and struggling for life, and seeing how far she has come, that is beautiful.
When I helped a woman as she passed through our 45-mile aid station at last month's 50 miler, one of the last through, a mother and grandmother, running 50 miles and hitting our aid station with an exhausted smile, a smile that is there often, a smile you can see in the radiant wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, that is beautiful.
When I see the women in a race, ahead of me, climbing faster than me, I don't think about being "chicked," I cheer them on, they are strong, they are beautiful. And the women struggling, and pressing on, pushing their limits, they are beautiful. I am lucky enough to train with some very strong and fast women, they are beautiful. I cherish the times I have been able to be at the finish line to cheer on my wife at the end of a race, sweating, stinky, exhausted, and beautiful.
Tearing other people down is not beautiful. Smart is beautiful. Strong is beautiful. Climbing mountains is beautiful. Standing up to your boyfriend who treats you like shit is beautiful. Smelly feet are beautiful. Dirt under fingernails after climbing a rock or a mountain is beautiful. Leaving an abusive relationship is beautiful. Waking up at 5 AM to fit a run in before making the kids' lunches is beautiful. And no matter what your body looks like, or what you think it looks like when you look in the mirror, making an effort, no matter how small, to be stronger, to be healthier, to be a better example to your kids, or your mom, or your husband, that is beautiful.
Thanks for reading my rant.
So now you know who's on my island. Who's on yours?
Amen.
ReplyDeleteI'll take a dose of you on my island...:) I have a thing for smart and strong women also. Nice write up, I love the truth that spills out of your words.
ReplyDeleteI'm amazed that the world is giving so much airtime to women beaters and the like on TV and radio. A song about a beaten woman from FUN is one of the top sellers and grammy winner. Chris Brown is still rocking it on stage and dating Rihanna. Charlie Sheen is still a big deal after many bouts with women. I just don't understand the public anymore.
I can't believe Chris Brown still has a career. There's a lot of stuff that I let my kids listen to, but any Chris Brown song is off limits.
DeleteRight on. Great post.
ReplyDeleteAwesome post man. And currently...Kate Upton IS my island!
ReplyDeleteGreat post! I love it!
ReplyDeleteNatalie Portman is on my island because she's intelligent and incredibly gorgeous. And yes, I like girls. Rachel Maddow is also on there. :)
Thanks, Kate. Rachel Maddow is on mine, too. I could listen to her all day.
DeleteDo I get more than one person my island? If so, I want Dax Ross, because if I can listen to him wax philosophical every day, whichever female(s) I pick will be irrelevant because they'll all seem so overwhelmingly beautiful. Nice post sir.
ReplyDeleteGreat post. Thanks for writing this.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteAmen to that brother
ReplyDeleteThanks for this post! Awesome! I passed it along to all my friends.
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Thanks, Astrid.
DeleteExcellent Dax! Amen!
ReplyDeleteJust stumbled across your blog..and what a great, great post.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Glad you found it.
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ReplyDeleteI just might run a little faster, pass a few more runners, let myself get a little dirtier and NOT CARE. Just because you wrote this. You rock. By the way, the grandmother you saw at the fifty miler IS beautiful and she smiled all day long. That's beauty! Thank you for this post, it is SO appreciated.
ReplyDeleteAwesome. Thanks, Meg. I was just checking out your blog on the 50 miler and I recognized your husband. Glad he liked the watermelons. Those were my wife's idea (I was going to say glad he liked my wife's watermelons, but that didn't quite sound right).
DeleteJust found your blog, you rock!
ReplyDeleteGreat post, but I am sorry Kate Upton is on my island.
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Meg told me to go and check this blogpost out and to my shame it's taken me weeks - but here I am. Thank you thank you. I FEEL beautiful when I'm out there wet and cold and pushing the pace, despite the snot running down my face and the mud on my legs. I'm alive and I'm smiling and I'm surrounded by others who "get" what we're doing - it IS beautiful. Thank you so much for this - I'm going to forward this post to my 13 year old.
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