Beyoncé – what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Queen Bee, Lemonade, Jay-Z, Crazy In Love, Destiny’s Child, Flawless? All of the above. How about female empowerment.
On Thursday night I was in Hampden, singing my heart away to all her hits, from Formation to Baby Boy, Me, Myself and I and Who Run the World. (Answer – girls). Beyoncé was incredible, I’ve never been to a stadium concert before so didn’t know what to expect. I spent the whole time in awe, from how pitch perfect she was to how much she encouraged the audience to believe in themselves and know that they’ve made it through a breakup, or a tough time, or a hardship and that as females we can do it. Working in a male dominated industry, it was a breathe of fresh air.
Now Beyoncé can dance in a way that I never could, she just has the hips for it. But she has hips and thighs and strong legs. As a girl who runs and goes to the gym a lot, I feel big a lot and can go from loving my strong legs, to hating my lack of thigh gap. Reality check, Beyoncé does not have a thigh gap and has big strong legs too. All of her costumes accentuated her tiny waist and long legs, think leotards and thigh high boots.
So it begs the question, why do I let myself obsess over not having skinny legs, when many others don’t. Strong is the new skinny and I need to recognise that. Body Dysmorphia affects many girls, myself included. I can obsessive over how big I look in a photo, which oddly leads to a downward spiral of eating too much, then overexercising, aka not healthy. From now on, I am going to remember Queen Bee and how amazing she looked. Maybe come winter I’ll use Beyoncé as a fashion idol, and buy some thigh high boots and embrace my legs.