Wow I have not written in so long. Honestly at the end of the school year I had forgotten about this because I was so busy with schoolwork. When the summer rolled around, I thought I would have more time on my hands to write but nope! My summer job has taken up a lot of my time. If I felt comfortable writing blog posts on my phone I would have been doing that on my breaks, but typing on the computer just feels much more comfortable. I have been wanting to write this post for a month and am just now getting around to it. It’s a good thing I made this blog for myself and not for any “fans.”
Some of you may know that I took a trip to Italy last month after completing my fourth year of Latin. There were many beautiful and wonderful sights and I learned quite a bit, but I wanted to write about the art. Usually I am not terribly into art; I like looking at it but no way would I ever take AP Art History as many of my friends are. Although I saw many famous paintings and even took a trip to the Vatican, I am going to discuss sculptures.
I personally have a terribly bad habit of comparing myself to just about anyone I see. This makes watching TV and reading magazines particularly hard, watching all of these “perfect” celebrities with their “ideal” bodies. Italy changed this a bit for me. We went to several museums a day and I saw multiple naked female statues. These became my favorite. Each of them were so different, and none were flawless. One thing I particularly loved was that the same artist had made many different body types, finding all of them beautiful, and not just one. One Aphrodite had a pudgy stomach. An Athena had very small breasts. A nymph had uneven breasts. A minor goddess had a chubby stomach with a flabby bottom. A gorgeous sleeping woman also had a penis. Even a hermaphrodite was depicted as royalty, when oftentimes now unfortunately many see it as a gross disfunction.
The thing that startled me the most, however, was that all of these women were depicted beautifully not despite all these things but through the traits which so many in our society see as negative. I found them all breathtakingly stunning. If I think all these women are beautiful, why should I be so hard on myself for not looking “ideal”? My body type is very similar to some of the sculptures I saw and I still found them amazing. I did not think anything negative about any of these sculptures or compare them to the celebrities of our day, so why would I do that to myself?
This whole experience made me think long and hard about how I view myself and has actually helped my self-image quite a bit. I hope it can do the same for you.
PS Im sorry if you are a man and this didn’t do anything for you. I also promote the acceptance of all male body types, but as a female myself, I wasn’t really spending too much time contemplating the naked male sculptures.