I was moved and angered by this film. To me, it seems entirely the same as
Born Into Brothels. Ashley is purely insane. However, like an older model stated, is it her fault? She perpetuates the very thing she hates. It
is and addiction. And she both feeds and guards it fiercely.
Why is there no translator for these girls? The adults charged with the care and protection of these children are rapign and exploiting these children without even explaining things to the parents. For what? Money? The Japanese man who owns Switch is... 40?! I mean, come on. How is this not a problem?
I wonder... like in The Cove, if people really knew what went on, would we be as interested?
I have always used Dove and I was quite excited when they began their Real Beauty campaign. I have struggled with an eating disorder from the age of 11 on when my only friend told me I was fat and needed a bra. I am not the "ideal size." I wear a size 14. I'm short. I'm "technically" overweight according to charts written in the 50s. I identify with the author when she stated," to see a body that didn't look like every other nude body - all of which seemed to adhere to some unspoken but incredibly specific set of parameters, leaving the impression that "normal" bodies all look remarkably alike - was sort of revolutionary."
After watching this:
My Reflection, I am again made acutely aware of how I see myself. Then there's films like this:
Dying to be Thin that make me remember.
Beauty is so skewed here. Tan skin is actually a sign of ill health. Blue eyes are a genetic defect and are more likely to have problems. Humans are supposed to have brown eyes. We cover ourselves with chemicals to fix "defects" that are natural proponents of being human. I too am a cog in the machine that both lives by and perpetuates this false idea of beauty. What's so amazing is that while we strive to be tan,
people who have our ideal skin color strive to look like us! No one is happy as they are! At least, according to advertising.
But here's the real problem:
The REAL meaning. My friends think it's cute, the way a puppy looks at you for attention, that I find women with wrinkles, speckled hair, visible
age attractive, hell, downright gorgeous. Why is it that age is so shunned now? Wisdom, experience, and
life come with age. And yeah, we can all argue that people who are older aren't necessarily wise... That aside, being human is fantastic!
One of my friends confided in me that she spent most of her life changing herself to be the perfect <insert whatever>. I
tried, gosh I tried so hard, but I never came close enough. I was too <insert whatever> for folks.
Now, I'm 26. Am I 100% happy with my body? No. But I don't hate myself. I stopped shaving my legs every other day and started focusing on making myself feel good for myself. My fiance loves me as me. He could care less. My friends think I'm beautiful. So, what's up? Why don't I see it? I've spent this year really focusing on seeing myself through their eyes. A sort of "fake it till you make it" ploy to help retrain my eyes to see the truth rather that the perpetuated stereotype.
Also, the Killing Us Softly series.
The effects of advertising can be seen
here. I know this is extreme, but how many people get close to here? My friend's sister died of an eating disorder.
Sorry, this turned into something more than modeling. /rant