Have We All Just Been Gaslight By Tess Holiday?

Peak Irony 2021? Surely. 
First of all, let’s clear up who Tess Holliday is. She is a 30 year old ‘body positive’ who is “rocking the fashion industry to its core”. She teaches body acceptance and is considered a positive role model.
The Self-Proclaimed Body Positivity Guru has recently, it seems, cast herself into social Siberia after her most recent revelation
For me there has always been something undeniably off about this woman. And this latest Tess Holiday Saga proves what I always suspected to be true, but always hoped otherwise. What did she prove you may ask? Well, that she sits on a throne of lies, reeling very impressionable and easily-manipulated women into her vortex.
I’m always cautious not to propel “Fativism” because people can be downright cruel and this is not the point that I’m trying to make. But lest we forget the reaction of the movement to Adele’s weight loss.
I think it might be fair to suggest that Tess Holiday take a day off. 
Tess knew that the way she was treating her body was unhealthy, that’s not my assumption, she herself has admitted this. Yet there she was  on a self-appointment moral perch gaslighting, anyone who suggested she wasn’t the epitome of health, into another realm. And that is my issue with her. Denying reality in the quest of shameless self-promotion.
I genuinely do hope she receives the help that she needs. 
Body positivity , what is it anyway? Is it the acceptance of oneself, at all costs? 
Is it devoid of any recognition of having a bad day or must simply love oneself despite of shitty days? It seems the trend has had its day. 
If the beginning of the decade in bodies was defined by “size zero”, clavicles worn proudly by tanned celebrities as if Cartier necklaces, and the end was defined by a loudly proclaimed yet slippery embrace of “body positivity”, where are we right now on the body hatred spectrum?
Much came in between the two, of course, and little of it good. There were the eating disorders (hospital admissions for which continue to rise sharply), which existed in tandem with a worldwide obesity epidemic, and the pills that helped desperate women defecate fat. There was the speed at which it had become familiar to see an actress turn to the side on a red carpet and simply disappear. In January 2010, three diet TV shows competed for ratings: Fat Families, Generation XXL and My Big Fat Diet Show, an interactive diet-along if you will. 
Over the years these weight-loss stories moved online, regifted as empowerment. There were the gurus of weight loss, then fitness, and later “clean eating”; there were the plus-sized bikini models laughing on Instagram. Then lest we forget Dove, with its soaps expertly marketed to cure women of their bodies. 
We all have times where we are wiggling where we possibly shouldn’t be and jiggling during movements that should not warrant such jiggle, and that’s okay. It’s also okay to want to fix that.  Not because of feeling pressured into doing it. Not because society makes us feel ugly. It should be okay to want to be healthier. It’s okay to want to avoid disease. 
Personal health goals is always a good motivation. 
In my case, I’m still trying to get it right. But I’ve come to feel that loving yourself and desiring to change yourself are two sentiments that should be able to peacefully coexist.

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