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I Dove You!!!!

Kim Sisto Robinson

I’m just wild about the “Dove Campaign,” which is a campaign promoting beauty from within. Consider this:  if something like Dove was around when you were a young girl to help develop self-limiting beauty stereotypes, would you have listened?  Would you have believed it? Well?

Speaking for myself, I would have probably still looked in the mirror and thought I was fat.  And honesty, I don’t know where that criticism of my self worth originated from. Did somebody tell me I was fat when I was young girl?  Perhaps it was an accumulation of things, such as the media, Cindy Crawford, and Kate Moss.  All I know is that whatever happened, I despised my never-thin-enough-10-pound-overweight body.  And I don’t think it would have mattered a damn how much I weighed, because it never been thin enough, hip enough, sensational enough, Mossy enough.  NEVER.

Women compare themselves to other women.  I hate when I do that, but I still do it. I am bad. I am a bitch. I don’t even deserve to call myself a feminist. I talk out of both sides of my mouth.

I did it this weekend, in fact.  My girlfriend and I were out for lunch and directly in the middle of my bite of chicken smothered with Swiss cheese, Miss Thang walked by with the body of one of those “dancing with stars people,” and we both turned to one another and said at the same time, “Bitch.”  Now, I know that’s not nice, and Miss Thang is probably nice as hell and all that, but her size two jeans caught me on a PMS-fat-bloated-have-a-pity-party-for-myself-day.  So there ya go.  I’m just being honest about the situation.

Most men don’t care about this shallow crap. Can you imagine your husband or boyfriend commenting on some other guy’s body as he strolled by, “Now, that’s some nice ass there, hon, do you like it more than mine. Is it tighter than mine? Does that turn you on?  Now tell me the truth.  Does it?”   I don’t know about you, but I’d look at my husband and say, “Honey, do you want to kiss him?”

On the one hand, I despise super models, but on the other hand, I want to be one.  One minute I am screaming about how I desperately want to lose weight, and then the next minute I’m screaming, “Well, why aint I good enough just the way I am!”  Of course, I am screaming all of these contradictions inside my own eccentric, webbed, monkey mind.  Sometimes it’s difficult to be two people; I’m exhausted as hell—One person loves herself and the other person NEVER thinks she’s good enough. One person feels confident and self assured, and the other person curls up like a little ball inside crying about her imperfections.

And if I feel this way at 40-something, can you imagine how a young girl feels?  This is exactly what the

 DoveCampaign” is trying to transform. Dove’s mission is to widen thedefinitionof beauty.  The Campaign for Real Beauty is based on a belief that beauty comes in different shapes, sizes, ages and that real beauty can be genuinely stunning.

 Oh, Dove is an organization after my own heart, face, and body! 

This is the sort of impact America needs with Hollywood being shoved down our throats, with Hilton being shoved down our throats.   

Gag. Puke. Yuck. Get outta my face, you creepy, skinny witchy bitchy. (I like it cuz it rhymed)

Here’s your assignment for today:  Look into the mirror and say loudly, I’m beautiful.  I’m stunning.  I’m sexy.  I’m brilliant. I’m ME.  I’m enough. Enough. Enough. And if your husband or kids happen to walk by assuming you’ve gone off your rocker, who gives a damn.  Just look at them and say, “Yeah honey, I’ve got it, I’m hot stuff. Oh, Yeah!”….Because it’s true. Believe it!  If you do this, I shall give you an A+ on your assignment. And a gold star, honey.  Okay?

Check this out~~~Dove - Evolution Commercial (higher quality)