By all appearances I have a nice body. I am not flat chested. Rather, I have a beautiful, bone thin body whose slender physique I work endlessly to maintain. So hard, sometimes I skip meals. Sometimes I even rely on strong coffee and bottle after bottle of water to keep me going in lieu of food for fear I will “get fat,” or someone will see me dining in public and report that I “ate like a pig,” (Donald Trump in reference to Rosie O’Donnell, 1993). Thank God for Victoria’s Secret, because, truth be told, with all the working out and meal skipping, I am actually quite flat chested under my Dream Angel Padded Push-Up Bra. After all, breasts are, in fact, fatty tissue.
My obsession with my body image started long ago when I was just a girl. So long ago that I don’t remember a time before my mind constantly waged war with my reflection in the mirror. While the media has surely helped fuel the fires of my insecurities, they are mine and mine alone, and I accept responsibility for them. I work daily to combat the negative thoughts that dominate my mind and at times feel as though they run my days. Some days are better than others, but I won’t stop until there are far fewer bad days.
I am deeply concerned for our great nation’s future. Surely I’m not the only little girl who grew into a woman with body image issues. Sitting in any Starbucks one is liable to hear the two twenty-somethings at the next table ripping themselves apart over their non-fat Venti lattes. So what does this all mean? Great question.
This year’s Republican Nomination for Commander in Chief of The Great United States of America is a misogynist. According to <www.dictionary.com> a misogynist is a person who hates, dislikes, mistrusts, or mistreats women. This fact can be proven nearly each time Mr. Trump opens his mouth.
An April 16, 2015 quote from Mr. Trump proves this claim. Mr. Trump tweeted, “@mplefty67:If Hillary Clinton can’t satisfy her husband, what makes her think she can satisfy America? @realDonaldTrump #2016president.” Here, Mr Trump is equating President Clinton’s decades old indiscretion to Hillary success (or lack thereof) as a wife and worse, a woman. What kind of message is he sending to our young women? If your partner cheats on you, it must be your fault; you must not be good enough, smart enough, or in Mr. Trump’s case, attractive enough. As we know he’s made it crystal clear the value he places on a woman’s physical beauty when he said, while speaking to a female reporter, “we could say politically correct that look doesn’t matter, but the look obviously matters,” “Like you wouldn’t have your job if you weren’t beautiful.” (Last Week Tonight).
My gravest concerns lie in the eyes and ears of our youngest girls, when they hear Mr. Trump call Rosie O’Donnell “a slob” and say she has “a fat ugly face.” (The View, 2006). If Mr. Trump is to win the election, our children will look up to him. What will our girls’ think of themselves and worse, how will our boys’ learn to treat women?
Before casting your vote this November, I urge you to thinking long and hard about these questions. Look into the eyes of all of the little boys and girls you see and consider if you can live with Donald Trump being the most powerful man in their world?