So a couple of months ago I read this essay Adrian Grenier wrote for the online US mag Refinery 29. I don’t think I’ve ever said ‘YASSSS’ in my head more times within 5 minutes. (I’m really not sure whether I’m doing this ironically anymore. Someone help.) I don’t remember how I came across it but I remember it saying everything I wanted to say about plastic pollution, better than I ever could have put it.
There are only a few differences between Adrian Grenier’s take on this and my own. First of all, I actually have an irrational fear of the ocean. I pretty much pass out when seaweed touches me, and I haven’t been able to go in past my stomach since I got dunked at Bronte beach in February. I don’t like fish, the idea of a seaborne animal big enough to swallow me whole is not one that I like to entertain on a regular basis. I still sometimes have that old recurring nightmare about the glass breaking at the Aquarium.
But even I can’t deny the importance of the ocean, the beauty of it, and the horror of the idea that we are destroying it.
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I was chatting the other day with some women of a couple of different generations about this whole body image shemozzle. And we discovered just how important a person’s first encounter with their body image is.
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So, I know this sounds kind of weird, but bear with me.
As a model, sometimes, it’s not ‘cool’ to be pretty. The pretty girls get commercial work and therefore make money, but girls who are described as cool are the ‘weird’ or ‘edgy’ looking girls. It’s common for me to have conversations with models in which we discuss being too commercial or ‘too pretty’ for certain brands we love and want to work with. So it kind of tips a whole outlook on beauty on its head. A lot of the pretty girls want to be weirder, less ‘commercial’, more ‘editorial’. Sometimes I look in the mirror and wish my boobs were smaller, my body was more awkward and angular, my face more androgynous. It made me realise how much beauty really is determined by our environment, the system within which we operate.
I spent 18 years of my life trying to be conventionally ‘pretty’ – big eyes, long eyelashes, no eye bags, nice boobs, smaller circular ears, no pointy corners or gangly awkwardness. Now all of the elements of my body I didn’t like are the ones I’m trying to emphasise to be weirder and get more editorial work. After I left school, my boobs grew, my body took on more of the soft, feminine form that I so longed for, and now I look in the mirror and pray for sharper corners and a flatter chest. It’s kind of hilarious.
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whenever you can, get yourself away from everything and everyone you know. Change is a double espresso shot to the lethargic soul, one that no longer remembers what feeds it, nor how to look for it.