Last Friday was that time of year. No, I’m not talking about when the leaves begin to fall, or when we start to realize that we need to get a 200 percent on our final research paper to pass our class. I’m talking about SigSuit. For those of you who don’t know, SigSuit is a three part pageant which includes a touchdown dance, evening gown, and bikini categories for the sports themed event this year. It’s an event put on by Sigma Chi to raise money for the Children’s Miracle Network. Sounds pretty great, right? Raising money for a good cause can never be a bad thing, right?
I didn’t go to SigSuit this year because I didn’t need to watch another competition based on women’s outer beauty. I see enough of this “beauty” on TV ads, movies, and magazines. Quite frankly, I am so tired and fed up with beauty being portrayed as a half-naked woman. Because that’s not true beauty at all.
Let me ask you this. Why do people go to football games? To watch football. Why do people go to the movie theater? To watch a movie. Why do people go to beauty pageants?
America is a competitive nation that likes to turn everything into some kind of contest. Including women’s beauty. How we judge these competitions? We give women the idea that they need to show off their bodies in ways that aren’t respectable or dignified. Why is it necessary for all beauty contests to have a swimsuit category? I fully understand that the body is a beautifully designed and complex being. As an athlete, I completely get that the body is capable of looking amazing, but do we really need to share and show off every nook and cranny of it?
What ever happened to inner beauty? Nobody cares about that anymore. Nobody wants to pay to spectate a contest based on a woman’s inner beauty, because that’s just not pleasing to the eye. America is the largest consumer of eye candy. Who really wants to see and understand the intellectual capability of a woman, rather than the bikini size she wears? Sadly, very few.
I was once asked why I don’t wear bikinis by a teammate of mine. They had assumed I was self-conscious about my body, which I am not, and was perplexed at why I would be. After explaining my opinion about modesty and self-respect, my teammate scoffed at me and said “If you’ve got it, flaunt it!” To this I say the opposite. Sure, having a great body is a blessing and often a reward for working hard, but does everyone have to know this? Isn’t the “dream girl” supposed to be mysterious and different? Well, why can’t we be “mysterious” about our bodies? Why can’t we be “different,” and, for once, not be the girl on the beach in the typical, skimpy, two-piece?
Let me ask you this: are you going to be the girl who chooses to respect herself?