I haven’t been feeling very good about myself over the last few months. When I was ill in December, I was unable to workout for around a month. I gained weight and was feeling awful. I was struggling to get back into fitness and working out because it’s so hard for me to get motivated when I’m not seeing results. If I jump on the scale and see nothing, I think what’s the point!
I’ve had a spurge of inspiration and have been doing really well at the gym for the last 3 weeks. I had last week off work and hit the gym 6 times! I even pushed myself and took myself out of my comfort zone by going to my first spin class on my own.
If you follow me on Instagram, you know it’s firmly fitness based. This is because talking about fitness on there motivates me to want to keep going to the gym and eating healthy. Seeing other peoples fitness related Instagram posts inspires me.
So after a great workout last week, I left the gym feeling very accomplished and good about myself. Then I posted on Instagram to let the whole world know that I had been to the gym.
You know how these things work – if you don’t Instagram a workout, does it even exist? Who knows. It’s like the whole if a tree falls but nobody hears it hit the floor, does’t it make a sound? theory.
After posting, I get a notification of a comment. Which is rare because it’s not often people comment on Instagram. And this is what I’m faced with…
Important: Shave your hand.
Okay, so let’s be honest here. I didn’t react in the best possible way by asking her to suck my dick. Mainly because I don’t have a dick. But in that split moment of someone who I’ve never spoken to before, who has a private account, who I’m not sure even follows me, comes over to my photograph to essentially body shame me for having hairs on my hand – well then I’m going to be hostile towards them.
There are some really amazing people on Twitter and Instagram though, because immediately after, I was defended by some that knew me, and some that didn’t. Telling the girl to grow up, telling her she was out of line.
I always think that’s what you focus on here. Every time someone acts like a massive pillock, there are 20 other people that can see straight through them and will pick the right side because they’re actually decent, well mannered people with morals, empathy and all those other lovely things that make it wonderful to be alive and part of a community of other living, feeling beings.
So this girl, child, kid, knobhead or whatever, who decided to invade my social media account didn’t actually bother me. Because I know I have hair on my body because I’m going to let you into a little secret here. I hope this doesn’t come as too much of a shock to you but.. I am a person. and persons have hairs on them to keep them warm. Oh God, A HUMAN HOW GROSS GET IT AWAY! Please don’t unfollow me. 🙁
I’m also quite aware that I have dark hair, so the hair on my arms is dark. But do you know what? I have a million other things going on in my life that are much more important. Things that are actually worth worrying about. Like how I’m almost 30 and going to die alone. And how I don’t have any cats even though I think I need about 800 to fill the void in my sad, lonely, old, spinster heart. But that’s for another post.
It wasn’t until a few days later when I was sent an article about a travel blogger who has also been shamed for having hairy arms that made me want to write this post. Though this Instagrammer has a lot more followers than me and the comments came in harsher. and in bigger numbers.
It just made me a little sad really. That this is the world we live in. Very much a ‘if you post something online you open yourself up to negativity’. It’s like you should expect it. Even accept it. Because it’s your fault. Because you decided to put yourself out there in the public.
From big YouTubers getting constantly slagged off on forums, to small bloggers being told they’re fat. Or they have hairy arms. Or they’re eyebrows are shit.
I just don’t understand how people find enjoyment in tearing others down. Because I know how I feel when I’ve been bitchy towards someone. I feel bitter and twisted inside. Then when I’m positive about someone, when I celebrate the achievements of others, when I’m supportive, I feel positive and empowered.
I feel uplifted.
So please, those of you wonderful people out there – let’s continue to celebrate each other.
Those of you who are bitter and negative, think about what that’s doing to your mindset and please, before you say something awful to someone – think about how you would feel if someone said that to you. If someone said that to your mother, your daughter, you sister, your 14 year old niece who is struggling to be a teenager and seeking acceptance online.
Just think about someone other than yourself. Prick.
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