La actriz Jennifer Aniston escribió para el Huffington Post un texto donde da su punto de vista de como los medios tratan el aspecto de las mujeres.

Aquí una parte del texto traducido, y después el articulo completo en ingles.

“Para que se sepa, no estoy embarazada. Estoy harta. Estoy hastiada del escrutinio casi deportivo y vergonzoso que se hace diariamente del cuerpo con la excusa de hacer periodismo, de la Primera Enmienda (que consagra de libertad de expresión) o de las ‘noticias sobre las celebridades’.

“La deshumanización y el escrutinio al que sometemos a las mujeres es absurdo y perturbador. La forma cómo me presentan los medios es simplemente el reflejo de cómo vemos y presentamos a las mujeres en general, evaluadas con un retorcido estándar de belleza”.

“Este condicionamiento es algo que las chicas luego llevan consigo al hacerse mujeres adultas. Usamos las ‘noticias’ sobre las celebridades para perpetuar esta visión deshumanizada de las mujeres, enfocada exclusivamente en su apariencia física”.

“Estamos completas con o sin pareja, con o sin hijos. Decidimos por nosotras mismas en qué consiste la belleza cuando se trata de nuestros cuerpos. Esa decisión es sólo nuestra. Tomemos esa decisión por nosotras mismas y por las jóvenes en este mundo que nos toman como ejemplo”.

“Hagamos esa decisión de forma consciente, al margen del ruido de la prensa sensacionalista. No necesitamos estar casadas o ser madres para estar completas. Podemos decidir por nosotras mismas nuestro propio ‘y vivieron felices para siempre’”.

“Lo que puede cambiar es nuestra conciencia y reacción ante los mensajes tóxicos ocultos detrás de estas aparentemente inofensivas historias que son vendidas como ciertas y que dan forma a nuestras ideas sobre quienes somos”.

“Nosotros decidimos cuánto compramos de lo que nos están ofreciendo y quizá un día la prensa sensacionalista se verá forzada a ver el mundo a través de unos lentes diferentes, más humanos, debido a que los consumidores han dejado de comprar su basura”.

Let me start by saying that addressing gossip is something I have never done. I don’t like to give energy to the business of lies, but I wanted to participate in a larger conversation that has already begun and needs to continue. Since I’m not on social media, I decided to put my thoughts here in writing.

For the record, I am not pregnant. What I am is fed up. I’m fed up with the sport-like scrutiny and body shaming that occurs daily under the guise of “journalism,” the “First Amendment” and “celebrity news.”

Every day my husband and I are harassed by dozens of aggressive photographers staked outside our home who will go to shocking lengths to obtain any kind of photo, even if it means endangering us or the unlucky pedestrians who happen to be nearby. But setting aside the public safety aspect, I want to focus on the bigger picture of what this insane tabloid ritual represents to all of us.

If I am some kind of symbol to some people out there, then clearly I am an example of the lens through which we, as a society, view our mothers, daughters, sisters, wives, female friends and colleagues. The objectification and scrutiny we put women through is absurd and disturbing. The way I am portrayed by the media is simply a reflection of how we see and portray women in general, measured against some warped standard of beauty. Sometimes cultural standards just need a different perspective so we can see them for what they really are — a collective acceptance… a subconscious agreement. We are in charge of our agreement. Little girls everywhere are absorbing our agreement, passive or otherwise. And it begins early. The message that girls are not pretty unless they’re incredibly thin, that they’re not worthy of our attention unless they look like a supermodel or an actress on the cover of a magazine is something we’re all willingly buying into. This conditioning is something girls then carry into womanhood. We use celebrity “news” to perpetuate this dehumanizing view of females, focused solely on one’s physical appearance, which tabloids turn into a sporting event of speculation. Is she pregnant? Is she eating too much? Has she let herself go? Is her marriage on the rocks because the camera detects some physical “imperfection”?

I used to tell myself that tabloids were like comic books, not to be taken seriously, just a soap opera for people to follow when they need a distraction. But I really can’t tell myself that anymore because the reality is the stalking and objectification I’ve experienced first-hand, going on decades now, reflects the warped way we calculate a woman’s worth.

This past month in particular has illuminated for me how much we define a woman’s value based on her marital and maternal status. The sheer amount of resources being spent right now by press trying to simply uncover whether or not I am pregnant (for the bajillionth time… but who’s counting) points to the perpetuation of this notion that women are somehow incomplete, unsuccessful, or unhappy if they’re not married with children. In this last boring news cycle about my personal life there have been mass shootings, wildfires, major decisions by the Supreme Court, an upcoming election, and any number of more newsworthy issues that “journalists” could dedicate their resources towards.

Here’s where I come out on this topic: we are complete with or without a mate, with or without a child. We get to decide for ourselves what is beautiful when it comes to our bodies. That decision is ours and ours alone. Let’s make that decision for ourselves and for the young women in this world who look to us as examples. Let’s make that decision consciously, outside of the tabloid noise. We don’t need to be married or mothers to be complete. We get to determine our own “happily ever after” for ourselves.

I have grown tired of being part of this narrative. Yes, I may become a mother some day, and since I’m laying it all out there, if I ever do, I will be the first to let you know. But I’m not in pursuit of motherhood because I feel incomplete in some way, as our celebrity news culture would lead us all to believe. I resent being made to feel “less than” because my body is changing and/or I had a burger for lunch and was photographed from a weird angle and therefore deemed one of two things: “pregnant” or “fat.” Not to mention the painful awkwardness that comes with being congratulated by friends, coworkers and strangers alike on one’s fictional pregnancy (often a dozen times in a single day).

From years of experience, I’ve learned tabloid practices, however dangerous, will not change, at least not any time soon. What can change is our awareness and reaction to the toxic messages buried within these seemingly harmless stories served up as truth and shaping our ideas of who we are. We get to decide how much we buy into what’s being served up, and maybe some day the tabloids will be forced to see the world through a different, more humanized lens because consumers have just stopped buying the bullshit.