So a friend of mine posted the following link on his Facebook page…
I read the same, and opened almost every single link within the article. And I was left feeling disturbed and confused.
Here’s the thing…
I was very small between the ages of 6-12. In fact, my step mother, and her sister came up with a nickname for me…”mbilikimo”…which is the Swahili word for dwarf. That “nickname” was problematic on so many levels…and I’d like to write about that…but I would be digressing from what brought me here today.
I always tell people that my hips quite literally grew over night. One night I was tiny. Literally a UK size 8 (which was tiny in my opinion and that of my step mother and her sister). And the next morning I was a UK size 14-16. Or at least that’s the way it seemed to me. I was quite literally taken by surprise by the way in which my hips and bum grew within a very short time frame. I was 13 years old when this seemingly “overnight” change happened. And I had just joined an all girls British boarding school.
When I first joined the boarding school, I was the only black girl in a class of about 50. In total I think there were 8-10 black girls in the entire school, which consisted of about 450 girls. Almost everyone in my year was “tiny”…at least in my eyes. All the girls in my class were a UK size 6, 8 or 10. The “big” girls were a UK size “12”. I can safely say this was the case for most of my time in high school. And as a UK size 14-16, I felt huge.
I had a flat-ish stomach. And my waist size was actually a UK size 10-12. But my butt was huge…at least in comparison to the other butts around me. And it made me so self-conscious. I tried really hard to get rid of it. For 5 years straight I was desperate to get rid of it…or at least make it smaller than it was. I started going to the gym…every single day. I tried to eat less. I even thought I could make myself bulimic. As I stuck a toothbrush down my throat and tried to make myself sick, I finally thought “Wow…maybe you’re taking this a little too far”.
But the thing is, I didn’t think my butt was attractive. In fact I thought it made me unattractive. This was because big butts weren’t “a thing” back then in 2000…or at least they weren’t yet “a thing” in the tiny little middle of nowhere town where my all girls British boarding school was located. I remember hearing the song “Bootylicious” by Destiny’s Child in 2001. I remember reading somewhere that Beyonce had been inspired to write the song after someone on her team asked her to try and shed a few pounds as she really was getting quite large, and it would show in her music videos.
For the following 12 years any time I felt self-conscious about my weight, and my butt in particular I would think of this song, and feel a little better. Somehow, my big butt was not a problem for me to solve…the words “I don’t think you can handle this”, somehow helped me accept on some level my body as it was, and got me thinking “Some people just can’t handle a big butt”. Which sounds weird. And there are no puns intended. What I mean is I thought “Some people may not like it. They may not find it, or you attractive. But that’s their problem. Not yours”.
Between 2012 and 2014 I lost a lot of weight. Almost 10 kilos. Which for me is a lot. But still my big butt remained. But somehow I had come to feel more comfortable within my own body over the years.
And then I read this article this morning, which claims big butts have become “a thing”. They’re popular these days. Attractive even. Fashionable. J Lo and Iggy Azalea have even written a song about big booty’s.
Have you seen the Vogue article titled “We’re officially in the era of the Big Booty”? If not, check it out here: http://www.vogue.com/1342927/booty-in-pop-culture-jennifer-lopez-iggy-azalea/
According to the Vogue article “it would appear that the big booty has officially become ubiquitous”. Let me be so kind as to share the Encarta Dictionary translation of “ubiquitous”: existing everywhere, present everywhere, or seeming to be. I read this and I was like, “What does that even mean”?
But as you read on you are provided with an explanation: “For years it was exactly the opposite; a large butt was not something one aspired to, rather something one tried to tame in countless exercise classes. Even in fashion, that daring creative space where nothing is ever off limits, the booty has traditionally been shunned.”
The article goes on to ask whether we have J Lo to “thank (or blame) for sparking the booty movement”. J Lo? To thank or blame? Let me just repeat that, to thank or blame? For sparking the booty movement? There’s a booty movement? And J Lo is the one who “sparked” it?
Apparently despite the release of the song “Bootylicious” in 2001, according to Vogue it took “a decade” before “people” were “ready for this jelly” to become the ultimate standard of beauty”. Who are these “people” Vogue is referring to? I suppose I’m one of them…after all it did take me almost a similar amount of time to come to accept my “big booty” as beautiful. Hmmm….
Vogue concludes their, um, well, let’s call it thought provoking article (it has certainly provoked many disturbing thoughts in my mind) by referring to J Lo’s new song “Booty” with this gem: “It’s safe to say that, this time around, the world is thoroughly ready for the jelly.”
Does my acceptance of my body type and shape in 2012, 2013 and 2014, which funnily enough were years when I lost a lot of weight (I now have what some might refer to as an ubiquitous figure- small waist and big butt) have something to do with “big butts” becoming “a thing” in “mainstream media”? The Guardian article asks whether “the attributes that black women have so long been shamed for have finally been given the Anna Wintour seal of approval due to a new Aryan aesthetic?”
I want to agree with the Guardian article when it states that “The era of the big booty has neither started nor ever stopped for black women, and even if it had it wouldn’t be the likes of Iggy Azalea, Miley Cyrus or even J Lo we’d be attributing a rear renaissance to. Despite what the mainstream media told us, black women never stopped aspiring to possess the curves society so hated; we chortled in cinemas at Queen Latifah’s glee from a yes response to the age-old question “Does my butt look big in this?” in the 2005 comedy Beauty Shop. It was an in-joke; funny, because in a world where white is right, that was most definitely the wrong answer.”. I want to relate to this statement. But I don’t. For most of my teenage and early adult life I worked very hard to shed the “curves society so hated”. And I continue to work hard to keep these curves in check…by running 6 km at least twice a week, and skipping lunch almost every day.
I’m not quite sure I “get” the in-joke: if I asked TLML if my bum looks big in an outfit and he replies “yes” I might try to be pleased about that response, but you can count on the fact that I will increase my running distance on my next run, maybe to 7 km. And I’ll try to run a little faster. Burn more calories. And be more diligent about skipping lunch. Consume less calories. Whatever it takes to keep those curves in check.
Am I alone in feeling this way? Ladies can we speak about this? What can we do to change this? I’m trying to do my own little part here:
Let’s talk about this…