I would like to add to the list of New Year's wishes appearing this week. I wish that the trends of pathologizing women's bodies would somehow come to an end and that the multi-billion-dollar industries exploiting female insecurity suffer the same fate.
We all know the old reliable "cellulite"--that body flaw invented and marketed to women, defined as a strictly female problem, one we should seek long and hard to avoid. And we must learn to despise ourselves if we can't.
Add to that lie the kankle, the thin eyelashes (thanks, Brooke Shields), underarm fat, knee fat, sagging calves, the flat ass, the imperfect abs, the gravity-challenged breasts, and, my favorite, the un-aesthetic labia. (This is by no means a comprehensive list.)
The cures for all these offenses against beauty?: surgery. Often painful, always dangerous, surgery. We can now have underarm liposuction--not to mention underarm sweat glands removed, as well as liposuction around our knees, our tummies, thighs. We can have fat added to our bottoms, our breasts and our lips. Women can now have a botulism compound injected into their faces to eliminate laugh lines, or other "signs of aging." If that's not enough, we can have eyeliner permanently tattooed on our eyes to give the impression of thicker eyelashes or we can now secure the first prescription treatment for "inadequate eyelashes," Latisse. The point of all this work is to deny women's biological humanity: we must not sweat, wrinkle, dimple, sag, or appear natural.