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Why I’m a feminist and I like Dove’s Real Beauty Sketches

There’s a video that’s been making the rounds of the feminist blogosphere. It’s a viral ad by Dove, maker of all kinds of skincare and personal hygiene products, as part of their “Real Beauty” campaign. For a few years now, Dove has been marketing themselves as the enlightened skincare company, charging themselves with exploring and improving women’s self-esteem and beauty image issues (while selling us fresh-smelling soap).

Of course, this is your typical feel-good schlock, right? I mean, a beauty company that cares? We all know that this is largely a marketing ploy designed to target a particular subsect of women, typically older and perhaps more predisposed towards a dialogue on body image and beauty conventions.

Yet, there’s something remarkably heartwarming about the marketing campaign. There’s a part of me that can’t help but think: if Dove is sending a positive message to women about self-esteem and body image, why do I care why they’re doing it?

In their most recent efforts, Dove conducted what they’re calling a “social experiment” called “Real Beauty Sketches”. A group of women were ushered into a warehouse where they were interviewed — sans face-to-face contact — by an FBI-trained sketch artist on their appearance. The sketch artist used these details to produce a sketch of the women. A second sketch of the same woman was then produced by the FBI artist based on an interview with a stranger who spent time conversing with her. Both sketches were then compared side-by-side, and the contrasts are immediately evident: there’s an immense gulf between how each subjects sees herself, and how each subject is seen by others.

 

Sketches of  subject Jenise, as described by herself (left) and by a stranger (right).

Sketches of subject Jenise, as described by herself (left) and by a stranger (right).

The power of this campaign is undeniable, and I confess that it resonated with me. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words; in this one simple “experiment”, we are able to see how profoundly a woman’s preoccupation with her physical beauty has distorted her own self-image.

Here’s how: the sketches on the right (based on the descriptions of strangers) can be assumed to be a more-or-less accurate representation of a woman’s physical projection towards the world around her, because strangers carry no specific value biases towards any particular facial feature or another. The sketches are highly symmetrical, and somewhat “normalized” (for lack of a better word), emphasizing how most of us construct and distinguish physical appearance: major features (e.g. shape of eyes, nose and mouth as well as hair and eye colour) are ascribed certain characteristics to produce a unique appearance profile that we then assign to a particular individual; meanwhile, small details are largely glossed over as unimportant or even unseen.

By contrast, the sketches on the left are based on a descriptions wherein particular emphasis is placed on specific facial features and with value judgements assigned to perceived imperfections and flaws, no matter how small. This reflects the relationship that people tend to have with their physical forms: we imagine that everyone is focused on the zit on our foreheads, our protruding guts, or our chicken-thin calf muscles. We forget that the flaws we perceive are not obvious to others, and that they appear monumental because we are focusing on them.

The take-home message in this “experiment” is not that the sketches on the right are innately more “beautiful” (although they are arguably so because they are often more symmetrical due to the lack of distortion through emphasis on perceived flaws; physical symmetry is an innate characteristic of perceived conventional beauty), but that the contrast between both sketches is an undeniable demonstration of the impact of self-perception on overall body image.

Or, we are not always the best judges of our own appearance.

Or, in other words: we are not always the best judges of our own appearance.

Yet, there have been feminists out there who have strongly criticized Dove’s Real Beauty Sketches. One blog post has been making the rounds, written by Jazz of little drops. In it, Jazz makes a few arguments against the campaign.

First, Jazz argues that the campaign is not racially diverse:

When it comes to the diversity of the main participants: all four are Caucasian, three are blonde with blue eyes, all are thin, and all are young (the oldest appears to be 40). The majority of the non-featured participants are thin, young white women as well. Hmm… probably a little limiting, wouldn’t you say? We see in the video that at least three black women were in fact drawn for the project. Two are briefly shown describing themselves in a negative light (one says she has a fat, round face, and one says she’s getting freckles as she ages). Both women are lighter skinned. A black man is shown as one of the people describing someone else, and he comments that she has “pretty blue eyes”. One Asian woman is briefly shown looking at the completed drawings of herself and you see the back of a black woman’s head; neither are shown speaking. Out of 6:36 minutes of footage, people of color are onscreen for less than 10 seconds. 

I’m honestly fairly confused by this comment. Out of the seven featured portraits on the Dove site, two are of African-American women and one is of an Asian-American woman. True, this does mean that a full 57% of portraits are of Caucasian women, but I would hardly say this renders the campaign monolithically White. Additionally, it’s clear that other women, whose portraits are not on the website, are also of non-Caucasian descent: at least one other African-American woman, and a darker-skinned (possibly Middle Eastern?) woman at 2:31 of the video above — both participated. None of these women of colour strike me as noticeably “lighter skinned”, or that they are somehow less representative of their race due to the particular shade of brown of their skin. Regardless, the comment troubles me: if the purpose of the “experiment” is to explore self-perception and identity, I don’t see how the experiment is made more or less valid by insufficient racial tokenism.

Jazz goes on to say that her primary problem with the ad campaign is that it emphasizes what some have termed “looks-ism” in our society — that people (male and female) are judged at least in part based on how we look.

….[M]y primary problem with this Dove ad is that it’s not really challenging the message like it makes us feel like it is. It doesn’t really tell us that the definition of beauty is broader than we have been trained to think it is, and it doesn’t really tell us that fitting inside that definition isn’t the most important thing. It doesn’t really push back against the constant objectification of women. All it’s really saying is that you’re actually not quite as far off from the narrow definition as you might think that you are (if you look like the featured women, I guess).

I get where Jazz is coming from, but I ultimately disagree with this take on the Dove campaign. I think this reflects a general misunderstanding of what the Dove campaign is trying to get at, one that — to be fair — Dove perpetuates in its editing of the video. As I write above, the point of the campaign (in my opinion) isn’t that the stranger-generated sketches are more generically beautiful, but that they are widely different from the sketches based on a person’s self-description.

Or, from the tagline of the campaign: it’s not “you are more beautiful than you think”; it’s “you are more beautiful than you think“.

The message isn’t that women should place greater value on our physical beauty (despite voice-over interview snippets to the contrary), but that we should stop internalizing our own distortions of our self-identity.

Ultimately, what I think troubles feminists like Jazz is that physical appearance matters — for men, for women, for just about everyone. Jazz is frustrated by a subject’s comment at the end of the video:

And actually, it almost seems to remind us how vital it is to know that we fit society’s standard of attractiveness . At the end of the experiment, one of the featured participants shares what I find to be the most disturbing quote in the video and what Dove seems to think is the moral of the story as she reflects upon what she’s learned, and how problematic it is that she hasn’t been acknowledging her physical beauty: It’s troubling,” she says as uplifting music swells in the background. “I should be more grateful of my natural beauty.  It impacts the choices and the friends we make, the jobs we go out for, they way we treat our children, it impacts everything. It couldn’t be more critical to your happiness.”

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What you look like should not affect the choices that you make. It should certainly not affect the friends you make—the friends that wouldn’t want to be in relationship with you if you did not meet a certain physical standard are not the friends that you want to have. Go out for jobs that you want, that you’re passionate about. Don’t let how good looking you feel like you are affect the way way that you treat your children. And certainly do not make how well you feel you align with the strict and narrow “standard” that the beauty industry and media push be critical to your happiness, because you will always be miserable. You will always feel like you fall short, because those standards are designed to keep you constantly pressured into buying things like make up and diet food and moisturizer to reach an unattainable goal. Don’t let your happiness be dependent on something so fickle and cruel and trivial. You should feel beautiful, and Dove was right about one thing: you are more beautiful than you know. But please, please hear me: you are so, so much more than beautiful. 

Look: I get it. Society has historically placed the value of women squarely on our appearance. We are still judged, at least in part, by our attractiveness, and studies have shown that this has strongly impacted a woman’s professional and personal success. The struggle women face in the workplace as offering value beyond our beauty recently made headlines when Obama quipped about Kamala Harris as California’s “best-looking” district attorney; he subsequently apologized calling the incident a “teaching moment”. In my own male-dominated industry, the appearance of female scientists is often remarked upon in the same breath as her intellectual contributions to her science.

Women clearly need to fight against this undue emphasis placed upon our physical appearance over our intellectual and professional skillset. We aren’t just pretty people and shouldn’t be treated (or treat ourselves) as such.

But, I would also assert that the quest by some feminists to completely eliminate the impact of physical appearance on self-perception, self-identity, and societal treatment is, in essence, a quest for pure truth. Women, like all humans, are physical beings, and the simple fact that each of us bear a unique physical appearance will impact our participation in the world around us. Male or female, how we look shapes who we are and how we think of ourselves, and will certainly impact how people treat us.

I can’t help but draw an analogy to race. To me, the argument that we can move towards a “post-looks” or “post-attractiveness” society sounds a lot like the flawed concept of a “post-racial” society wherein people purportedly don’t see racial difference. I have always had a problem with this notion on two counts: 1) being — and appearing — a (specifically phenotypically East Asian) Asian-American woman is a fundamental part of my self-identity and how I perceive myself; and 2) I wear my racial/ethnic identity on my skin, and am treated by others in a unique way because of it. My appearance — racially — is immediately obvious and impacts every social interaction I have with others (no matter how subtly). It influences my very presence in the world.

When people meet me, they don’t see a person with vague, non-descript, racial appearance. If they say they do, they are lying. I’m going to go out on a limb and say there are no colour-blind people. Every time a person notices I’m not White; every time they wonder what “brand” of Asian I am; every time they ask me what language(s) I speak or where I grew up; they are racializing me. I don’t necessarily say this as an indictment (although it can sometimes be). I say this as a simple statement of fact about my life.

How I look totally influences my life.

The simple truth that physical appearance matters when it comes to race is even evident in Jazz’s post (as it is in mine). As I noted above, Jazz makes a quick assertion about the races of the various study participants, based on their physical appearances. Shelly, Lani and Maria — the three women of colour whose portraits are featured on the Dove site — are singled out for their racial tokenism; thus, in race, the physical appearances of these women clearly matter. They have clearly influenced how these women are treated by the world around them. They have certainly influenced how feminists are judging the racial comprehensiveness of the Dove campaign.

Perhaps this is why I’m not all that troubled by the notion that my physical appearance, in general, will also shape how others see me. To me, the suggestion that more fundamental aspects of physical appearance such as hair colour or jaw shape or basic facial symmetry should have no impact on one’s social interactions when racial phenotypes clearly do strikes me as fallacious, and simply inconsistent with my own experiences as a person. I can’t help but feel that folks who advocate an end to looks-based treatment are speaking from a place of racial privilege, wherein the privilege allows for an absence of noticeably altered treatment in the world based on racial physical appearance, and so there’s an assumption that non-racial physical appearance can be similarly unimpactful.

Now, like I said above, I clearly do not support boiling a woman down to only her appearance. And, of course, Westernized conventions of beauty are clearly too Euro-centrically narrow. I agree with Jazz’s basic take-home message: we women are so much more than beautiful.

But, I would also hazard to say this: we are also beautiful. And there’s nothing inherently wrong with that. There’s nothing shameful in that.

I suggest that rather than to argue against the very concept of physical beauty existing in this world, that we instead work towards expanding our strict and narrow parameters of what we define as physical beauty, and in so doing, de-emphasize its impact on our perceived self-worth (as men and women).

Because, in the end, this shouldn’t be about shifting our focus from one isolated characteristic of ourselves to another. This can only lead to a different form of distortion. Instead, we should promote holistic self-image, and this must necessarily include the fact that we all have physical bodies with unique — and yes, often beautiful — appearances.

You Will Not Love Yourself Because You Are Skinny

I have always been what my boyfriend lovingly describes as “thick”. Growing up Asian American, I had ingrained into me a very specific image of what a beautiful Asian/Asian American woman looked like: willow-thin with small breasts and hips, long flowing black hair, fair skin, large dark eyes, sharp cheekbones, and full pouty lips. The beautiful Asian woman of my youthful imagining had a dancer’s grace, a queen’s poise, and looked a heck of a lot like Zhang Ziyi.

Damn you and all your East Asian beauty, Zhang Ziyi. I curse thee thrice and shake my fist ineffectually at thee.

Most of the women in my family bear an uncanny resemblance to Zhang Ziyi. I, on the other hand, do not.

I have always been short, darker-skinned, and round in both face and body. At the age of ten, it was already clear that I was going to be — ahem — well-endowed. I was the polar opposite of everything I understood to be beauty; worse yet, the other women I knew embodied this ideal so completely that I couldn’t even pretend that it was somehow an impossibility. My aunts, cousins, mother and sister were all capable of achieving this level of beauty, so there must be something wrong with me, right?  Growing up, I felt exposed, alien, awkward, and so incredibly obviously ugly. I felt like there was something inherently, possibly genetically, wrong with me. I felt like a failure. I hated myself.

In retrospect, I realize now that I wasn’t a terrifically fat child or teenager. Sure, I looked like a tiny Asian Michelin Man in my baby photos, but I did lean out somewhat by my teenaged years. I was heavy and unathletic, perhaps, but I was never morbidly obese. I might’ve warranted a few cautionary words from my family doctor, but no one was going to be making a TLC/Discovery Health reality TV special about how they had to cut a hole out of the side of my house. Yet, I still felt like a sideshow freak. Whenever I looked in the mirror, this is what I saw:

Bow before me and tremble before my incredible flabbiness.

I hated the way I looked and felt about myself. I would spend hours pinching the belly fat in my midsection, wishing it away. There were nights that I cried myself to sleep, praying to whatever gods might or might not exist that I would wake up lean, lithe and beautiful (I did mention that this was when I was a kid, right?). Eventually, after having woken up enough times looking exactly the same as I did when I fell asleep, I came to accept it: I would always be fat and ugly and out of shape, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to change it. There would be beautiful people in the world who could do things like run and jump and climb, and I was simply not one of them.

(Incidentally, this is also why I pushed myself to be well-educated and at least vaguely witty. I figured I had struck out in the looks department, so I’d better strive to be the chick that people would at least appreciate for having a “good personality”.)

This all sounds vaguely pathological, doesn’t it? That’s probably because it is.

I don’t pretend that I’m not a mess of self-image and self-esteem issues. My insecurities about my appearance are so much a part of who I am that I scarcely notice them anymore. But I would bet that my pathos is familiar, and possibly even shared to some extent or another, by a lot of women out there.

As a child, I was so resigned to my fate as a fat girl that I largely gave up taking care of my appearance or my health. Through undergrad and grad school, my weight slowly increased at a rate of about 5-10 lbs a year. In 2008, at my heaviest — 190 lbs on a 5’2″ frame — I was starting to physically resemble the Jabba the Hutt that I saw when I looked in the mirror.

This was me in 2008, before I started working out, and at my heaviest.

By 2009, after my weight started to affect my cardiovascular health, I started working out (mostly to stave off any further deterioration of my health); you can read a more detailed account of my decision to start working out, my mindset, and what I started out doing, here.

Today, I am the healthiest I’ve ever been in my entire life (and I continue to improve every day). I have climbed (very small) mountains, run triathlons (very slowly), and I am currently in-training for a half-marathon. I have also lost between 40-50 lbs since December 2008.

This is me today. Well, actually, this was me last weekend, making delicious chocolate chip pancakes.

An objective look at my progress would say that I’ve achieved quite a bit. You might even imagine that now that I’ve lost a bunch of weight (I’m not skinny, but I am much skinnier relative to my starting point), my self-esteem must be sky-high.

Well, I have a confession to make. There are some days when I look in the mirror, and this is still what I see:

You shall all exist in awe of my resplendent jiggliness.

Still sound vaguely pathological? Again, that’s probably because it is.

You see, as a kid, I always figured that I was unhappy because I was fat, and that being skinny would magically transform me into an incredible, self-confident, beautiful Zhang Ziyi-resembling woman. On Fitocracy, a health and fitness site that I frequent, I’ve seen a lot of beginners express a similar mindset: they believe that losing the next (or last) five, ten, twenty or fifty pounds will mean all the difference between their current state of depression and self-loathing and some hypothetical state of skinny euphoria that the beautiful people must chronically experience.

In fact, these girls are mentally exhausted because they are so enraptured by their own incredible gorgeousness. Pity them, for they exist in a state of perpetual ecstasy that is so distracting they can do little else but be beautiful.

But, let me share a little bit of wisdom I have gleaned with you: low self-esteem is a mental problem, not a physical one. Being fat is a mindset as much as it is a physical state. Losing a few pounds or a good half your bodyweight will not, in and of itself, create love for yourself where now there is only hate and disgust. No matter how much you force your body into a shape that resembles your beauty ideal, if you fail to address the underlying self-esteem and self-confidence Jabba the Hutt demons that plague you at your heaviest, you will still find yourself obsessing over your body’s imperfections regardless of your weight. In short, if you are trying to lose weight because you hate the way you look, you will not love yourself because you are skinny.

That’s not to say that weight loss cannot help you build self-confidence and self-esteem. I confessed that Jabba still haunts me in my reflection, but I will also confess that I am hugely more confident and happy in who I am (and what I look like) today than I was five years ago. I’ve not only got greater self-confidence in my physical appearance, but I’ve found that I’m more confident, optimistic, and assertive in other aspects of my life.

Self-confidence and self-esteem is a mindset that has nothing to do with your appearance. It is built when you realize that you — yes, you — are beautiful and incredible and valuable and worth the effort to take care of, both mentally and physically. It is nourished by the sweat and tears and frustrations of setting seemingly impossible challenges for yourself and then proving to yourself that you — yes, you — are capable of meeting and even surpassing those challenges. It flowers with the realization that you — yes, you — are capable of being and doing anything you set your mind to.

Loving yourself does not come from being skinny. However, it does sometimes arise through the process. So please, don’t embark on your fitness journey expecting that the weight you shed will make you better, happier and more confident. Please stop obsessing over every morsel of food you eat, every minute you spend frantically working that elliptical machine, and every shudder in one direction or another of the scale — none of these things will make you happy with yourself.

Instead, you will love yourself when you prove to yourself that you are incredible and awesome and capable of so much more than you thought you were. Realize that you are forging a better, happier, and more self-confident you through mental and physical work and dedication. There will be frustrations, and maybe even a few false starts, but I promise, if you stick with it — with the specific goal of challenging yourself to break the physical boundaries you’ve never thought you could overcome — you won’t regret the pay-off.

You are already an incredible and beautiful person now (regardless of your weight), but building the self-confidence to love yourself and challenge yourself will make you even more gorgeous both inside and out. And, you just can’t put a pricetag on that.

Wanted: APIA Women with Ink

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I just received an email from a student named Doris Zhang, a senior at Pitzer College. Doris is looking for some help with her Gender/Feminist Studies senior project. Doris has identified a disturbing lack of representation of APIA women in media for the tattoo community, and hopes to rectify the situation by developing her own tattoo magazine specifically focused on Asian American women with tattoos.

Here is the text of the email:

I’m a senior at Pitzer College and was wondering if you could help me out a bit with a favor. For my Gender/Feminist Studies senior project, I’d like to interview and photograph self-identified tattooed Asian American women. My intention is to create my own ‘tattoo magazine’ – think “Tattoos For Women”, but with an Asian American focus. I don’t see a lot of Asian American women being represented in the media, let alone in tattoo magazines and in the tattoo community. In addition, I think it would be so interesting to see how gender and race (amongst other factors) intersect to shape the artistic and expressive choices of Asian American women.

If you are a tattooed Asian American woman and are interested in being interviewed for this project, please email doris.zhang.2010@gmail.com.

I think this is a great project and wish Doris the best of luck in it! I hope to post about the magazine when it is released.