Whether you are familiar with this term or not—Im pretty confident in saying we’re all familiar with the concept.
Technically defined self-objectification is defined as when we choose to evaluate ourselves based on appearance because that’s how we believe others adjudicate us.
(many believe that the media plays a large role in teaching us to do this—but that’s a post for a different day).
MizFit defined it’s when we see ourselves as an OBJECT first and a person (a being who is enough simply by BEING) second.
MizFit defined it’s seeing yourself through someone elses eyes & allowing that to color (or cause you to lose completely) your perspective on yourself.
There’s no debate, however, that self-objectification results in body shame, self-loathing, depression and low self-esteem.
This wasn’t an idea I thought much about (in such a specific ‘theres a name for this!” way) until a few years ago upon reading a quote by Francis McDormand.
(Im paraphrasing here as Ive never been able to relocate the actual quote)
Getting older is a challenge because the young boys no longer look at me. Getting older is great because I no longer see myself through young boys’ eyes.
Although the Great & Mighty Oprah has somewhat mitigated the power of the phrase that quote was, indeed, and Ah Ha! moment for me.
I’d never before stopped to consider the fact I was self-objectifying (for me it more took the form of seeing myself through my female peers’ eyes with regards to career. different but the same.).
And, after that day, I vowed never to view myself through *anyone* elses eyes but my own.
Was I immediately successful? NO.
Did it take lots of ‘catching myself in the act, STOPPING and forcing myself to rephrase a negative thought?’ Fo’ shizzle.
Has it now (after almost 12+ years) finally become a habit? Hell to the YES!
I was reminded of this pivotal life-moment last weekend each time friends asked what gift I was giving myself for my birthday.
Quite frankly I couldnt think of a thing I wanted to gift myself greater than that which I already had.
Nothing has been more freeing, empowering and allowed me to blossom more than allowing my opinion to be the only which matters.
So now I throw it all back at you.
What would disappear from your life—-no matter your gender—-if you stopped viewing yourself as an object?
How would your current day-to-day living change?
And, if you’ve been fortunate enough to already have stopped, what was the biggest mental hurdle you had to overcome?
Please to hit us all up in the comments.
Ill join you there.