Yesterday I had a really great talk with my grandmother. We talk on the phone pretty often, and I always enjoy our conversations. But, yesterday we talked about this ad:
Specifically, we talked about how crappy it is that the ad is banned in so many places. We were talking about our bodies and body image. I started to tell her the story of the Dove ad, but she stopped me to say that she already knew all about it and then she told me how mad it made her. My grandmother: a really conservative, southern baptist woman, was baffled at why such a beautiful and wonderful celebration of women’s beauty would be censored. I told her about the other ad they did that shows a model looking fresh out of bed and follows her through a photo shoot.
For some reason, watching that makes me tear up. It makes me angry and sad that even though I *know* pictures in fashion magazines are fantasy, looking at them makes me feel horrible and ugly. And my grandmother, who is 82, admits to feeling old and ugly when she watches television and sees the crazy beauty standard that the mainstream media keeps making more and more unattainable.
It’s Easter. I feel bad because I didn’t make a nice meal or a big breakfast or anything. Willow had strawberries, Easter eggs, and chocolate bunny ears for breakfast, which is, admittedly, pretty awesome. When I was little, Easter was a big deal: new dress, new shoes, big family get togethers around a big meal. Maybe next year I’ll do more than make deviled eggs out of the ones that got cracked in the egg hunt.
And next year I will be more careful and not get paprika in my eye. I don’t know how that happened, but I do know it burns a little for a long time.