I recently started following Sarah on Twitter, and she tweets stuff pretty much every day that makes me say “Yeah, that!” Today I found my way to her blog. Her latest post is a grim reminder that women of faith often experience–and fight–sexism from the people who are supposed to be their spiritual leaders, teachers, etc. It’s like this whole other front that I don’t have to deal with. Thanks for the perspective, Sarah.
[I wrote recently about learning to love my body for Lent. Part of that loving so far has involved some deep contemplation about where the fear and hatred come from. And I’ve realized something.
Part of my body hatred, and by extension part of my self hatred, comes from the fact that oppressive people have used my female body to justifying oppressing me.
I hate my body and myself because, deep down, I blame my body (and thus myself) for the ways in which I’ve been hurt by others.
It was the first week of my freshman year. We had a meeting for everyone in our all-women dorm to go over the basic rules. Don’t burn popcorn and set off the smoke alarm. Be in before curfew. No sex, drugs, or rock…
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