Amazon Katerina Or About Ass, Bodily Shame And Narcissistic Trauma

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

Honestly, I was not going to return to the topic of fitness, bodily beauty, abs and pumped up buttocks, this is absolutely not my topic

And she would not, if it were not for the girl Katerina, who wrote that she personally is going to win in the fight for men, and men, as everyone knows, love slender, fit and with elastic buttocks.

And I just froze, imagining the life of a proud Amazon Katerina, endlessly fighting for men (God, with whom? And how many of these men does she need? And for what? For homework?).

And I realized that, probably, the topic of buttocks is not exhausted for me. Because the ass is always not only about the ass, but also about bodily shame and narcissistic trauma.

I always assume that our body is an instrument in the best possible sense. By the way, this is the only tool with which we can interact with the world at all. Yes, these vessels, intervertebral discs, cartilage, I'm not afraid of this word, fascia, pancreas, membranes of the brain, muscles, adipose tissue, all this together, put together in a lump - allows us not just to walk and talk, but to get a lot of pleasure …

The joy of movement. The joy of relaxation. A bouquet of various pleasures from sex. The pleasure of touching a baby's heel. The secret pleasure of biting the lip. Delight in smells: currant leaves on a sunny day, crushed strawberries, a burning match, an old leather briefcase, the smell of a carriage and a train … Great joy from inventing and creating something new, no matter what. Pleasure at work. From travel, reading, music. My mothers, how much buzz you can get from music. Pure orgasm. From a conversation, from a precisely found word, from a feeling of kinship of souls. Speaking of the shower - taking a shower in the heat is also a delight.

All this, including the joy of creativity, we can experience only through the body.

Should you be grateful for this tool? In my opinion it's worth it.

Is there any reason to admire its functionality and adaptability? Oh, yes, any biologist and physiologist will confirm this to you.

Should an instrument be beautiful? Well, let's just say he can, though he doesn't have to. Personally, I really like beautiful tools - even brushes, even screwdrivers, even human bodies. But I understand that, even without being beautiful, some screwdriver can perfectly cope with its functions, delighting the owner and his family. And here, by the way, the important thing. In the example with screwdrivers, it is clear to everyone that “this green one is prettier” is not an argument. The functionality of the model needs to be compared, guys. And whether it meets the tasks that you have.

The story is the same with human bodies, but it is no longer so obvious.

Because in our reality with you there is also the marketing concept of a "beautiful body". Buttocks like this, shoulders like this, legs, lips, nails like that. It's beautiful, it's sexy. Concerns, corporations, clinics and individuals earn their billions on this. And you know what? It doesn't matter what will be taken as a standard - what kind of shape of the lips, buttocks, collarbones and press. Approximately 5-7% of the population will easily fit into this standard (they are genetically, constitutionally like that), about 20% will shove themselves there with a kick, with an effort, and the remaining 75% will experience the shame of inconsistency.

And concerns, corporations and clinics will still earn their billions. Because they earn on our bodily shame. It is on this very feeling that we are somehow painfully “not like that”, we are not trying enough, we are not infringing upon ourselves enough, sacrificing, crushing. That we are, imperfect, unworthy of love and approval. And there is nothing to respect us.

And the easiest way to fall into this bodily shame is, naturally, those who, even in childhood, were endlessly shamed, humiliated and disrespected. Whom they didn’t know how to love, whom they neglected. It often turns out that such people did not experience any pleasure from the body at all. Never. That's it.

Then the body becomes an object for which you can bargain for all this - love, approval, admiration. A narcissistic object, as psychotherapists would say. I always ask such clients: well, whose admiration? Whose love? What kind of men? What kind of women? And for what? And if you dream up?..

Most often, the answers are completely indistinct: all men. All women. It's all for my own sake. You know, like in the movie "Girls": I walk beautifully down the street, and the men around and fall, and stacked in stacks!

And where ambiguity and indistinctness begins, we always assume the inclusion of unconscious needs. And we are looking deeper. Who should admire and satisfy our body? Like - to whom?

Usually to parents.

Because the body is also the earliest object through which the infant comes into contact with the parents. And we were all babies. Where we didn’t have words yet, we didn’t have any skills, we were totally dependent on someone else's care - or rejection. From someone else's admiration - or disgust. On whether our body can please the mother. And will the mother be able to love us.

And so we grow up, but deep in the unconscious, the body still exists "for mom." In order to please a great, powerful, formidable and beautiful mother, as any baby sees her. Mother, who is “the whole world” for someone who does not yet know the other world.

But - in the present tense - it always turns out that, well, I almost fell short! The press did not pump a drop. Or caviar. Or a little to correct the cheekbones, the shape of the eyes, the shape of the ears, then it would be perfect, and the world would recognize and love.

By the way, have you noticed that "these loose fattrests" most of all, just to the point of fainting, to the point of shaking, annoy those who, mmmm, pay increased attention to their bodily perfection and exercise to the point of exhaustion in gyms? Because both of them have problems in relations with the “inner mother”, although they are slightly different. But this is exactly the case when the "fisherman of the fisherman".

And I really want the girl Katerina to finally win her exsanguinating and protracted struggle for men. And for love. And I discovered for myself - but what if? - that in love all this becomes unimportant, all these buttocks and abs cubes, the shape of the ears and chest, the length of the eyelashes and even the penis.

Well, really.