Assuming women can be altered cheaply, painlessly, & with no risk,
is that to be what we must want?
Aside from being an occasion to pull someone’s leg, April Fool’s is a good day as any to wonder what leg our beliefs stand (or sit) on.
The sculpture Contro Natura by Salvatore Crita (1828-1912) at the Pitti Palace in Florence makes my Inner Fool grin. What IS against nature: A pregnant nun or a woman who swears off her natural biological function?
In the Boboli Gardens, a giant reclining figure covered in blue bandages stares into the distance. Why do we call it cosmetic or plastic surgery when it involves pain beyond mere cosmetics and human flesh isn’t plastic?
Closer to home in our land of anti-fat, Botero’s sculptures stand proudly curvaceous and unapologetic. Who determines the “correct” size and shape of all women? Who wields the power to define beauty and who profits from feeding our insecurities?
A skinny ballerina “sculpture” blows me a kiss, a wink and a smile. She’s not telling who’s fooling whom.
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© Sharon Birke
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Photography for the Goddess in Every Wife & Mother