I imagine humans began criticizing other people’s bodies quite early on.
A cave woman could so often light a quick fire that another cave woman had to point out she had “gross-doodie” hands. One cave man was so good at rounding up wild horses with a long branch and a husk of corn that another cave man said, “Yeah, but have you seen his stomach?”
I think people have always gossiped about faces and bodies, but this age of body modification has made things too complicated. Exercise, diet, starvation, corsets, injections, suctions, face strings, red light, lasers. Do we get our nose tips refined with botox? Do we buy the $15 waist-cinch dress off TEMU?
We can do anything, and no one knows what’s real anymore, so who cares.
I stopped talking about the Kardashians bodies in 2014 because I was contributing to negativity, loathing, and a future of hellishness.
We now live in that hell, and I did not come away unscathed.
Here’s a view of me before and after divorce.