Day 157: My Body Is Not My Own

This Japanese man had his genitals and nipples surgically removed earlier this year when he was 22. He recently made offers on the internet for people to eat his penis for a price. He settled on charging 6 people 100,000 yen to have him cook and serve them his genitals. He calls himself "asexual". The Tokyo police department has starting proceedings to charge the man with "indecent exposure" as cannibalism is not illegal in Japan.

I don't really know what to say when I read stories like this. I am somewhat flabbergasted. It is reminiscent of learning about Animal Crush Fetish for the first time.

This is not the first time I am reading about people lopping off body parts to be able to fit their idea of "who I am" into a physical picture representation of themselves - it has become quite common. People convince themselves that their body looking a certain way will give them happiness and fulfillment. We have placed so much importance on physical appearances and gender roles that extreme measures of changing the way we look aren't so extreme anymore. We have no idea how to teach our children to be independent and how to use common sense, so they just turn into more replica's of "me" so that the world is now filled with billionth-generation zombies.

Here's a fun question: Did the world shape humans into what we are (beauty trumps kindness and sense) or did we shape the world and all the animals into a never ending parade of preening for sexual mates.

We are so clueless about our own functioning that we allow ourselves to become so completely possessed by an idea that we will convince ourselves that that is "Who I am" and that we will only be happy once we achieve this apparent perfection. We don't even have the courtesy to acknowledge that half of the human race lives on the breadline and that most of the plants and animals are enslaved to our wills. We are far happier focusing on our own "body issues" than we are when thinking about puppies being raped and children dying from starvation.

What starts off as one thought: I am different - develops into a lifelong mission to reshape ourselves physically. But what does it even matter when this world is such a mess? Why can't we comprehend that the only reason we develop these obsessions is because we allow ourselves to think about it all the time, over and over. We literally convince ourselves of our "wrongness" and that the only important thing in life is being able to feel "right" about our selves (our bodies). Obviously this ties in with every aspect of body imaging and fashion - we all want to look a certain way to feel a certain way because we think people perceive us in a certain way all because our parents didn't know enough to teach us to STOP.

We can learn to stop our obsessions.