Body Image in Men

Happy Sunday, folks. I hope that all is swell?

I think this post has been a long time coming. This topic is something that really needs to be discussed.

It seems that, as a society, we have associated body image issues as more of a female issue than a male issue. Let’s face it; objectification of the female body is far more prevalent in the mainstream, and it seems to be something we talk about far more. But in that lies another dilemma.

Why won’t men talk about it? Is it the fear of being vulnerable? Are you scared of losing manliness? Because, let me tell you, I hardly think it makes a difference. Hiding the problem only increases its miserable effect on your life, and prolongs your suffering. So why not just come out with it? It’s okay to be scared. But you need to realize that you have nothing to lose by telling someone. If anything, I think the fact that you can share something like that makes you braver. It makes you stronger.

With women, The Body Image problem is something that is being fought against, a societal problem that we’re trying to fix. With men, it’s a problem that needs to be admitted. We know it’s there. I guess that in thinking only about female body image, we have been neglecting our male counterparts who have many of the same issues, and need the same amount of support.

So, I’d really like to know more about other people. If you have something you need to get off your chest, or just want someone to talk to, you can leave a comment on this post (I deal with all comments privately), or send an email to for something more anonymous and private.

I hope everyone has a great week, and I will leave you with a song.

Scar Tissue – Red Hot Chili Peppers –



On Top Of The World

I’ve decided to post a song this week in lieu of writing an in depth article. I’m currently drafting a post for next week.

I first heard this song last week while listening to a radio show, and quite a few things came to mind. Firstly, puppies. I just keep picturing a lot of puppies running over a field of some sort. That makes me very happy. Secondly, inspiration.

Inspiration is something everyone needs, regardless of talent or occupation. Whether it be painting a masterpiece, or writing an essay, or figuring out equations, we all need something to motivate and inspire us to accomplish. And thus, inspiration can be found everywhere. I tend to find it in music. Others find it in questions. And some people find it in dreams.

Inspiration is everywhere.

But of course, humans aren’t all alike, and some people find getting inspired difficult. And I know it’s hard, but it’s very simple to find inspiration if you just open your eyes, and look. Come on, open ’em up and look. You see that fire in your fireplace? Use it. Think really hard about all the things you could do with that fire. You could draw it, you could describe it, you could figure out what creates a fire, you could even just sit there and think about it. Or look out the window at the snow. Go build a snowman! Is it sunny where you are? Sit outside and enjoy it!

Possibilities are endless. Inspiration exists everywhere. You just have to get up and look!

Happy Sunday,


Um… hi.

It’s been a while. I’m sorry. I really haven’t been motivated to do much of anything lately. So, um, brief update, I guess? 

I’m back at school since Winter holidays are over. This break was a bust like summer break was. And, I’ll admit, I did have some pretty selfish thoughts. I honestly contemplated suicide. This winter was my breaking point. I just lost it. But let’s head away from the negatives. That’s not a very nice way to start off the new year.


I’ve been thinking a lot recently. More than usual. About something I don’t like to dwell on. 


What a simple little word. Four letters we say too much, without even adding the slightest bit of meaning. The word has become so empty over the years. I say we bring it back to life.

I watched a movie today. The Perks of being a Wallflower. I’m guessing most people have heard of it? Anyways, in this movie, there is an iconic quote. This quote sort of provoked my thoughts today.

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”

My first thoughts were essentially “What is that supposed to mean?” So I got thinking, and I realized something. When you think of yourself as worthless, or useless, you let others think of you that way. If you think you’re undeserving of love, then it will never find you. It will hide in the shadows and wait for you. It will stand behind you and watch as you torment yourself, longing to snap you out of it. 

So here’s my message to you.

Wake up. Remember your worth. Remember that you deserve love. Because it’s out there waiting. Let it in. Let it soak up your pain, your misery, and your hardships. You are strong. You are worth it.

Accept the love you know you deserve.

Sweet dreams,


The Thin Privilege (my reaction)

Sorry I haven’t posted in so long! Let’s jump right into a body image post, shall we?I recently read this article, so if you’d like to understand what the hell I’m talking about, please refer to this:

So, I guess we should talk about it. I really did enjoy this article, except for one key word; oppression. I never did like that word. As a fat woman, I don’t feel oppressed. That’s hardly the truth (from my point of view). I think a better phrase would be “lack of understanding”.

Yeah, that sounds better.

It makes it sound like being fat is a lot less of a sob story. I don’t want to be a sob story; I want to be empowering. In all honesty, being fat is not an excuse to think of yourself as less than anyone else. That ability is in you. Let’s move on. I did however, like this quote:

The only person worrying about whether or not I’m meeting beauty standards is me.

This spoke to me, because it’s true. We all do worry about whether or not we’re meeting beauty standards, the difference is that some people choose to care about fat people not meeting beauty standards too. And I find that this is due to a lack of understanding, as I put it before. You see, the problem is that those who choose to judge obese people upon their weight are simply misinformed (for the most part). People tend to assume that I’m lazy and that I’m not doing anything to change my problem, or that I’m perfectly content being this way.

Truth be told, that’s a lie.

I’m perfectly aware of my condition. Yes, I’ve had a few lazy days here and there, made some bad decisions on how to feed myself, but those were my mistakes and I’ve made it my goal to correct them in the future. I’ve started making progress, and I’m well on my way to becoming a happier and healthier person. But with that, comes more problems. You see, weight loss doesn’t happen overnight. It takes time, dedication, and effort. Until I reach an “acceptable weight,” I am going to look this way during this process. As someone else put it bluntly for me, “the world doesn’t care about my self-esteem.” I’m perfectly fine with that, but it’s the people that do know me that I’d like to mind my self-esteem. The world shouldn’t care, but hopefully the company surrounding me should.


Anyways, since I can’t seem to concentrate on a central idea, let’s sorta wrap this up here.

This article made very many good points, but from a fat-woman’s perspective, there is no oppression towards fat people. That’s a ridiculous idea. There’s a lack of understanding towards those who want to be healthy, and it would be nice if I could be encouraged to get thinner instead of being shamed into getting thinner.

I have to go make dinner.

Adios, amigos.


Lest We Forget

It’s remembrance day up in Canada, so in order to honor the fallen and those who continue to serve us we must remember them. Not to glorify war, but to avoid ever having war again.

In Flanders Field

by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.