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We Must Get Better

By now, I'm sure you've heard about the Houston blogger who wanted to know if people thought Kelsey Williams of the Oklahoma City Thunder cheerleading squad was "too chunky" to be a cheerleader. (If you haven't, this is a link to the cached version, the original has since been removed.) This truly has been eating away at me for a number of reasons. First of all, this girl is stunning. Absolutely gorgeous and there is absolutely nothing "chunky" about her. I am disgusted that any reporter, columnist or blogger would find it necessary to write about her size AND THEN include a poll, asking readers if she is in fact "too chunky" to be a cheerleader. Lastly, I was heartbroken to hear this post was written by a woman. When did women get so catty that they feel berating other women like this is acceptable?

Like I said in my post last week, I'm having some issues with my weight. However, I would say I'm pretty confident in how I look despite my weight fluctuating as much as it has recently. And I have a husband who thinks I'm super hot and tells me every single day. But do I doubt for one second that someone has criticizing me for not being as tiny as I was in high school or even a year ago? Nope. Do I need someone to tell me that I've gained a few pounds? I am well aware, thanks though.

It's a problem that women like this Clair Crawford feel the need to write ugly things about this beautiful woman on a public forum. It's a problem that if a woman isn't a bean pole, she's over weight or "plus sized". It's a problem that people feel that any of this is in any way acceptable. Why is it that after all women have fought for together and accomplished for each other, now are the ones tearing each other apart? It makes zero sense to me. In fact, it terrifies me to bring a daughter into a world with so much hatred and ugliness. As a friend on Facebook said "I want to hide my daughter from people so she never hears she's less than beautiful". Isn't that the truth. Because someone, somewhere is constantly telling us we aren't good enough. And I'm fed up.

Topping my short list of blogstalkings, there's Brittany Gibbons of Brittany Herself. She's hysterical, gorgeous and refreshingly honest and open about body image, sexuality, marriage, kids, fashion, food and all things in between. This was her response to this whole ordeal. Please, please read it. And a new guest post on Brittany Herself today read "And because many of you are raising your own daughters who need to grow up understanding that their beauty is not quantifiable in their breasts, or their hips, or the numbers on scale, but in their presence on the planet.  And many of us, myself included, are raising sons that need to see those daughters as beautiful for the same reason". This. This 100 times infinity.

I've been ecstatic to see people raising hell about this. We need to! We deserve better. Our daughters, sisters, mothers and friends deserve better. We shouldn't feel the need to hide under sweatshirts when we've gained a few pounds. We shouldn't be worried that people are going to consistently judge us based on our bodies, hair, bra size or anything else. We are so much more than a number on a scale, a pair of jeans or some ridiculous online fan poll.

Now let's do something about it.


  1. AMEN Jackie! Preach on! You are so right! I have always been on the bigger size. I have always been the biggest girl among my friends, at work, at church, at gatherings, always. I know this is an issue that I have ALWAYS had and I will always struggle with it. I don't need anyone else pointing it out to me. No matter what the scale says, I am a healthy and happy person. The only number that looks bad to my doctor or my medical chart is my weight, everything else is normal or better than normal. I do NOT want my daughter to have to grow up being worried about how she looks. I build her up EVERYDAY and I will continue to tell her every day for the rest of my being that I love her, she is beautiful and amazing. Women are SO MEAN and it HAS to stop. I feel that other women feel they have to be catty to make themselves feel better and that is just not right. Look at yourself before you judge others. Try to walk a mile in their shoes. I am tired of people forming opinions on others based on appearance or what is on the outside, come on, look at people for who they are, not what they look like. Oh man, I could go on and on and on about this. Thank you for writing this. I hope many many more people read this and it continues to circulate! Love you girl!


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