Carpe Diem Summer Challenge 2019: Beach Party for Every Body

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What I have been wondering for a long time is this.

Why is it that when you have a bunch of stupid guys on a beach and a person with the “wrong” kind of body walks by, and they yell terrible and mean-spirited things at this person who is minding their own business,

Why is everyone’s response to ignore and even justify their behavior rather than shouting them down?

Why shouldn’t everyone be allowed to relax and have fun at the beach or the pool?

Why is it only fun for those whose bodies have been deemed attractive enough?

Why shouldn’t fat people and skinny people and people with scars and stretch marks and ladies with saggy boobs and men with round pot bellies and hairy folks and scrawny scarecrow guys and gals with arms and legs like Betty Spaghetti have a nice time too?

I think it’s rather boring when the only people who can go for a swim without feeling self-conscious and like they must keep covered up are young people with the “right” kind of body.

Shouldn’t we have gotten past the idea that the only people whose bodies should be seen are sleek, unblemished, photoshopped visions of pornographic “perfection?”

Shouldn’t the beach be a place where everyone can cool off, not yet another spot where only the hottest hotties are allowed?

Beach parties are fun
For those with the right body
Not so much for those
Whose bodies have been deemed wrong
Ignoring not an option



  1. YES.
    And the same applies to the gym (to which I do not belong). A friend told me that less than perfect people are not welcome in most gyms - despite it being a way for those same people to work towards perfection.
    Which is, at best, a delusion.

    1. It saddens me that during much of my son's early childhood, I was spending up to five hours a day at the gym trying to achieve "perfection" or, to put it more truthfully, trying to hate myself thin. I had a serious problem which started back in my pre-teen years. I had an eating disorder which alternated between severely restricting food and bulimia. I had orthorexia and ended up doing permanent damage to myself from over-exercising. I never got thin, and even if I had, I would still have had big thighs and a big butt because that's just how I'm built.
      If anything, I think things are even worse now than they were back then, almost 30 years ago.


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