On Not Being A Sex Object

I have been blessed with the profound realization that I must embrace singleness in order to better understand myself and learn to be comfortable operating in this crazy world without relying on anyone (except, of course, God). If I can’t be by myself, I am doomed to have an unhealthy need for men in my life, whether they are good for me or not.

This purposeful singleness is also something I have felt called to do by my Loving Heavenly Father. It’s not something I could ever do on my own. My nature is to always have a boyfriend, extracting meaning and purpose from my romantic relationships. I am excited to announce that I have realized my worth comes from God and God alone, and this reliance on male attention isn’t helping anyone- me or my partners.

So, one of the things I need to figure out in this Season of Singleness is how to detach my value from the value I have grown accustomed to extracting from men.

This is easier said than done.

For nearly my entire adult life, I have fallen victim to the very clear lesson our society teaches women: your value lies in how desirable you are to the men around you. For almost 25 years, I have been bombarded with images like these:

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Needless to say these images were not created BY women or FOR women.

They are nevertheless everywhere I look, from the sidebar of websites to the side of buildings downtown.

Women are trained to filter our value through the eyes and words of men. The pervasiveness of the male gaze has led to a culture that is looks-obsessed, eating disordered, and perpetuating the myth that women are incomplete without a man to validate them. The American Psychological Association has studied this phenomenon, noting that self-objectification  is the third variable in many cases of depression, substance abuse, and anxiety in women.

I have fallen victim to this myth, despite my perceived independence and feminist ideals. In addition to placing too much weight on my own appearance, I have also let myself become an object for men to use. On several occasions, I have allowed men to take things further than I wanted them to go, be it with a pushy stranger in a bar who insists on talking to me despite my ignoring him, or allowing a man to kiss me when I had no interest in kissing him.

I am just now realizing this is problematic. I am just realizing that I have been self-objectifying for all these years. It’s overwhelming to think about the scale of how this affects women, men, and our culture at large. No wonder we live in a rape culture, where 1 in 6 women is the victim of rape or attempted rape. Women are taught to adhere to the desires of men, and men are taught that women exist for their use.

Part of the reason I was blind to the problematic nature of how our society treats women is the myth of empowerment through sexuality. An illustrative example is my former obsession with the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show.

From ages 17 to 22, I religiously watched the VS Fashion Show every year, absorbing the images of scantily clad women strutting down the runway. I admired their comfort in their sexuality- I thought that’s what female power looked like. But I have since learned that Victoria’s Secret teaches and normalizes self-objectification and pornography as desirable, self chosen, and empowering.

There is probably such a thing as female sexual empowerment, but it doesn’t involve objectifying yourself or existing for male viewing pleasure. I’m not sure what it involves, but I’m guessing it’s not “being good at pleasing your man” either, as Cosmopolitan obsessively suggests.

The issue of self-objectification goes beyond sex. It affects me emotionally and professionally. It makes me scared to speak up in a meeting at work where men are dominating the discussion, and I tell myself “What you have to say isn’t important.” It limits me; it disempowers me; and, yes, it makes me feel worthless without a male partner.

This is a scary thing to realize. It’s scary that as smart, capable, and (in many ways) empowered as I am, it has taken me this long to realize the impact of this troubling phenomenon.

As with most problems in life, the word of God offers healing from the negative impacts of sin in our world. The Bible talks about God’s unconditional love for us countless times, and I know that the more I view my value through His eyes and not the world’s, the better off I will be.  Zephaniah 3:17 says

The Lord your God is with you,
    the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
    in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
    but will rejoice over you with singing.

I think part of the solution is absorbing God’s Word and combating my negative self-talk with his promises of love and acceptance. But again, it’s easier said than done. One only needs to turn on the TV, open a magazine, or even look at “fitspiration” posts Instagram to feel like they aren’t good enough, or in women’s case, to feel that their value lies in how they look.

I am very interested in hearing any readers’ perspectives on how to move forward and shake off this parasite of self-objectification. Please comment below or let me know your reactions in person.

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2 thoughts on “On Not Being A Sex Object

  1. This is an important message for women of every age. I know women in their 50’s who still don’t get it, and I admit I still struggle with it. Thank you for this clearly articulated, well researched, & thought out post. It is crucial for us, as women, to embrace God’s view of us (not our culture’s & not men’s) to experience the freedom to live the lives He created us to live, full of His unconditional love, His joy & peace.
    I wish every woman & girl I know would read this!

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  2. Thank you for this. I still find myself placing too much worth on my appearance rather than my voice, still find myself spending too much time ensuring that I’m nice to look at instead of talk to. I’ve come a long way but have a long way to go. Day by day. And it is encouraging for me to read your words as similar to my own, knowing that it is never too late to redefine the person who you want to be put into the world. I know who I am and I am excited that I’m finally feeling secure enough to share that person with others, regardless of how pretty, pallatable, or otherwise nice it is or isn’t for them.

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