I sometimes like to scroll through Instagram feeds of adorable animals, because I’m a human being with feelings. I recently found Chowder, a pig who has been raised with what seems like a pack of friendly, elderly dogs. His owner takes pictures of them all lined up in her backyard and posts videos of them playing together.
Well, Chowder isn’t what you’d call svelte, cause, you know, he’s a pig. Apparently a bunch of people said he was too big and stirred up a big ruckus regarding his eating habits. I know what that’s like because one time I went out to dinner and ordered a salad (gross, I know) and a random person I was with turned to me and said, “Did you seriously eat that whole salad?” Then I smacked her right in the face—with my smack-down glare. So I understand the pain Chowder must have felt when his owner read this cruel commentary aloud to him. Very uncool, internet people.
Our beauty expectations have really shot to new levels. How do any of us stand a chance against the trauma of rigidly enforced socially constructed standards of attractiveness when poor Chowder, an actual pig, is subjected to this kind of body shaming?
We don’t, unless we stand up for one another. So, you do you, Chowder. Go on and eat that whole salad.