If you have read this blog before, you know me personally (as in - in real life), or you are connected with me on any form of Social Media, you will know one thing about me more than anything – except possibly my name.
The thing you will know about me is that I hate bullying and discrimination – as well as being passionate about Disabilities.
You can find me on Twitter under @inkyworld, or on Facebook as “Ineke Poultney”, where you can be bored to sleep by further ramblings on any and every topic which passes through my mind at any given moment (the best cure for insomnia can be found on Facebook). If that little lot doesn't bore you to sleep quickly enough may I also recommend simplesolutionsconsultancy.wordpress.com/ where you can read yet more of my ramblings. There - your insomnia should be well and truly cured now.
Actually – it is Twitter I wanted to talk to you about in this blog post. Well, not Twitter itself exactly – more something which I found on Twitter that pleasantly surprised me (I was shocked when I learned how young the person was who put it up).
I was looking on Twitter one day when I found that one of the Twittercops I follow had retweeted something extremely interesting. A girl going by the Twittername of @TheMiniChaos had tweeted the most amazing takedown of the idea of the “perfect body”. The only reason I knew she couldn't be anywhere near as elderly as I am was because the Twittercop who had retweeted it happened to be her Dad. However, I was stunned when she told me she is 15 years old. Her argument and logic was better than anything I could ever come up with and her use of language was very eloquent and mature.
As someone who has got body-confidence issues stemming from the scars on my body I honestly wish that @TheMiniChaos could have been around when I was growing up. To paraphrase what she said somewhat – it doesn't matter what your body looks like, you are OK as you are.
I have blogged several times before about how we are conditioned into believing we have to be a certain way, look a certain way, etc, in order to be with the “in-crowd” - and for those of us who cannot conform for whatever reason this means life on the outside.
One of my friends had a go at me on Facebook when I posted something about wishing I could walk around in public without any form of corrective lenses whatsoever (I didn't mean I wanted 20/20 vision, in fact I meant the exact opposite). This person said that I was wasting my writing skills and should be more positive about disability. Hmm – I was merely trying to point out that I wanted to be able to walk around like anybody else who doesn't wear glasses sometimes. I honestly find corrective e)yewear tiresome sometimes – what with taking glasses off and putting them on, cleaning them, waiting for them to defog when they get steamed up, etc. Sometimes I actually find it easier to read without them on.
We are all built differently – I wish I was at least 10 inches shorter for a start (I hate being taller than average for a human of the female species in England). I am happiest when the people I am with make me feel short when I am standing up (this means that I am mostly stuck with men over 6ft 2inches tall). Let's just say I find the aftermath of having a permanent chest-drain taken out (as in the excruciating pain after the anaesthetic wears off) 100 times more pleasurable than the idea of going “proper” clothes shopping. My favourite kind of clothes shopping is where I go shopping for something completely different but an item of clothing captures my interest. Going shopping specifically to purchase items of clothing for myself is my worst nightmare. I don't mind being towed along by someone else who is going “proper” clothes shopping – in fact – I find that quite fun. Yes – I know – I'm strange.
I have never been too fussed about what size of clothes I can fit into. If you have ever seen me you will know I am a fully paid up member of “Scruffs Anonymous” - I go for comfort about everything else. Even now that I am the thinnest I have ever been since I was at school I still prefer to buy stuff with “room” in it (most of my favourite clothes are approx 2 sizes too big for me now). Even the jeans I am currently wearing are a victim of my “I need room” theory – I was going to get them in a UK size 12 (European size 40) when I realised they have a button and a zip (I thought they were the old fashioned “stiff” jeans – as in the ones which resemble blue cardboard when you first put them on) and not an obvious elasticated waist. So I got a UK size 14 (European size 42). OK so far – until I realised that they were actually stretchy in the waistband and I could actually take them off without undoing the button or zip. Turned out the legs of the ones I am wearing were actually longer than the size 12's which I was originally going to buy (I had never seen a 30” inside leg measurement in a pair of trousers on sale in Primark before).
As long as you feel happy with how you look I don't see what right anybody else has to pass judgement on it. It is what's on the inside that really matters. It is better to be liked for being kind than for being picture perfect.
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