Harder to break

Human bodies are fractal metaphors of all life.

The female body, as current Western Culture dictates, is to be skinny. The skinnier the better. 

The scales are to tell a story of skinny. Food is to be skinny. For many, food is to be dreamed of and not eaten.

Our faces are supposed to be plumped with fillers so that all of our lived experiences are eased and our smiles a stricture. 

We spend fortunes on moulding and contorting. To fit some ideal.

The cost. Health.

The health of our bones. They become brittle. They break. Our bodies break.

Skinny, starved. Emotionally erased. Easy to break. This is what we have defined as beauty. It keeps women supplicant. 

The era of Ozempic has reversed a healthy shift toward embracing all sizes, back to the skeleton as attractive. 

Not for me. My body in its sixth decade is strong. Stronger than ever. 

I am harder to break. Emotionally, spiritually,  mentally and physically. 

This is beauty. Not hollow bones and physical and psychological fragility.

Health and beauty are complementary pairs. 

Strength is to be celebrated. Skinny from starvation is a woman caught in the trap of a patriarchal ideal that robs them of health. 

Published June 12th 2026. Photo taken June 12th 2024