Posts Tagged ‘Women And Body Image’

Inside Conversation: The secret dialog of successful women

Written on October 29th, 2009 by Susan Harrowno shouts

Weight loss coach Kathrine Brown is on a mission to help women of power and influence who are holding themselves back. Brown makes it her business to detect the subtle sabotaging dialogs, thoughts and actions that contribute the slow seeping away of their power.

The Power of Skin: Shake Your Booty?

Written on September 14th, 2009 by Susan Harrow8 shouts

I was at an event recently when I was dissed. It wasn’t a mean diss, or even a conscious one for that matter. And that kind of made it worse.

I was talking to a colleague who I respect. We were chatting away and suddenly his head turned and locked. Silence. He became mesmerized. No, his brain froze or fried on the spot when a tall woman wearing a tight bright top revealing the exact shape of her breasts began to dance. Her pants hung so low you could almost glimpse her betty.

Muffintop: The New Feminine?

Written on September 14th, 2009 by Susan Harrowone shout

One of my friends said that she watches every single thing that goes into her mouth. She is from a back east society family. Her mother is called Bunny, and her friends Bitsy and Boo and would still wear tennis whites at the country club even when powder blue, yellow, and pink became allowed.

Scene: I am wolfing down my fifth gob of St. Andre triple crème cheese that has enough fat in it to feed half the starving children in Africa. My friend pulls a box of coconut milk out of her refrigerator and tells me that she drinks this daily.

Hide Your Body, Hide Yourself

Written on September 14th, 2009 by Susan Harrow2 shouts

My mother was an expert in hiding. She taught me how to hide my body. I learned never to show off my good traits but to mask my unattractive ones. I began to wonder what effect a life of hiding has on a person.

If you’re always looking for ways to not be seen, how do you speak out? How do you move through the world if you have an invisible cloak that has no magical powers other than to keep you in your own shadow? How can one be exuberant and thrilled about living if this exuberance is housed in a body that is a constant shame.