Recently, a Facebook friend made their cover photo a pink image with the word ‘Queen’ written on it. This person is the embodiment of why I believe calling people queen is a flawed way of complimenting people. He is self-absorbed, entitled, immature and irresponsible. He is constantly validated by the people closest to him and this has been to the detriment of his growing process. He does not seem to think there is something wrong with him.
Recently, Die Antwoord has clarified that they are still together as a hip-hop/rap group after rumours of a split erupted last weekend. I have to say, I am very disappointed to hear that it was just a myth.
I get the fuss and I understand why they make headlines. They are strange, they are edgy, they push boundaries. I know that is what modern art does; as Banksy said, “art comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comforted”. I wholly support musicians who make their performances outrageous in order to prove points and make changes. Die Antwoord is not making valuable points; they are problematic.
Following my first introduction of sociopaths and what they are 3 years ago, I have been deeply fascinated by these individuals. In fact, I started studying Psychology because I love to learn about the unusual people. Additionally, I seriously started to wonder one person in particular I am close with was a sociopath; she seemed to tick the boxes.
Today I saw this post come up on my Facebook timeline and I have some thoughts about it.
The last time I was skinny was when I was a 13 year old who ate terribly but had a high metabolism. Now, I am a 21 year old who eats healthily – if not a bit too much – and exercises, and I have a decent metabolism. My BMI is healthy, but my weight and self-love yo-yo’s constantly, as I battle between accepting my love of food and feeling the pressure that I cannot get thin enough.
It is clear to me that, due to how society is attempting to include curves into the narrative beauty standards once more, an overcompensation has been done and a lot of skinny-shaming has happened. Let me make it clear that I find this equally as disgusting as any other form of body-shaming. Promoting pride in all that you are does not need to decrease the value of other people. And vice versa: another person’s beauty is not the absence of your own.
At the beginning of this year, I officially decided to become a vegetarian. I was pleasantly surprised by how easy the transition was. Having sticks of biltong shoved under my nose posed as no temptation, not even a little bit. If anything, it was more about curbing mindless habits. When people ask me “but what do you eat?”, I want to laugh out loud. I have actually enjoyed food a lot more now that meat is not the priority in my plate.
What I did not know was that I would be giving up jelly sweets and marshmallows. I was perhaps two weeks into my new lifestyle when I found out the heart-breaking news that these treats were not vegetarian. I struggled to imagine my grocery basket without wine gums or mini marshmallows.
I didn’t know is that gelatine is made from the off-cuts of slaughtered animals. I thought it came from the hooves – in hindsight, I am not sure how I validated this for successful vegetarian diet.