All about That Bass

I have a big smile on my face… I know you can’t see it so I’m telling – so you can ‘hear’ my smiling voice when I say what I have to say.

The TV was on whilst I was cooking, when I heard this vibrant rhythm began –  rather unique for this day and age.  What, rock n roll?  Of course, I checked it out and voila! the second surprise.  The music video – which I have included below – has men and women dressed well, instead of dressed exposed.  The most risque outfit might shock a 1950s audience, if that.

Besides the rhythm and melody, there is the song’s empowering lyrics:

You know I won’t be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll
So if that’s what you’re into then go ahead and move along

Then there is the dig at the media’s misrepresentation of women, creating a false and unachievable body image:

I see the magazines workin’ that Photoshop
We know that shit ain’t real
C’mon now, make it stop

Girls cannot be what they cannot see, and there has been a lot of music and music video depicting girls and women solely as sexual beings, looking like Barbie, playing supporting roles to men.  Well, not this one.

The music genre may not be everyone’s ‘cup of tea’ but the message is loud and clear:

If you got beauty beauty, just raise ’em up
Cause every inch of you is perfect
From the bottom to the top

There is hope yet!   So, watch the video of Meghan Trainor’s ‘All about That Bass’ for yourself 🙂

 

Me, Myself and I

Postaday – Can’t Stand Me

Can’t stand me… never been there.

I’d like to say that I am totally confident and have no body image issue but that would be a lie.  It would also be a lie for me to say that I love my face, my body, my voice… absolutely.  But I have, so I’d like to believe, a healthy appreciation for what I have and have not.  Most of the time, I’m more than OK with a video or audio recording of myself.

The times when I am not OK are when the video recordings are contrived that is, when I was obliged to ‘pose’.   If it was candid, I get to see and re-visit the captured moment be they sad or happy moments.  Memories are important… they are connections.  And whatever my expression was and how I looked,  they represent a part of me that I do not regret.

I don’t recall a time when I had cringed at my recorded voice.  I remember analyzing it for tone and pitch, but never to be harsh and critical. It doesn’t mean I don’t hear the flaw in the timbre of my voice (I used to sing so I recognize this), or the weakness in the pitch, the hesitation in the delivery.  But I am OK with this less than perfect human being, moi.  I think it is what makes us ‘textured’ and interesting.   Perfection can be boring sometimes, right?  🙂

And as I am writing this and reading it back to myself, I must acknowledge that I have been nurtured to not mind my body, to not mind what others say of physical and vocal standards nor to compare myself, to appreciate and accept me for all that I am.  A thought – perhaps I am a performer…perhaps I am not the shy person I believe myself to be…perhaps I am more confident than I think I am.

How’s that for a revelation!