Men who would certainly look small and trembling with lust if they met Paolla at the market, at the fair, at the dance, at the restaurant, hold their faces in the sun to criticize other people's bodies. Men who shrink even more when faced with women. Men who know that they can never evoke emotions in women like Paolla Oliveira.
The objectification of the female body is a social structure that is criticized and ends in death. We die many times in life trying to conform to the pattern created by the stupid human world. We die of hunger, syndromes, sadness and the anger to conform. We die a thousand deaths when the obituary says that the young artist struggled with the scales her entire life. Fierce words from a man who resisted criticism. He considered it his birthright to pass judgment on Marilia Mendonça's body there, even after her death. They didn't do it that way with Jô Soares. They won't do that with Faustão. It only applies to women.
If it were just against a few men, the fight would be milder. Since machismo is a structure, it is present in each and every one of us. Feminism is about naming violence and making ourselves visible.
Even seeing women who, infected with machismo, join the dance to criticize each other.
And finally there is one final criticism; Paolla is also judged by women who find strange the transformation of their public figure in the name of an image with fewer filters, less interventions, more bodies, more freedom, more acceptance. As if we weren't allowed to change our minds, to learn, to grow. As if the previously occupied cage could not be overcome. At this point, the movement for a fight for the liberation of all of us has been delegitimized, making us think that perhaps there is no way out, only the possibility of jumping from cage to cage.
This mischievous criticism, coming from within feminism and directed at women and not at the misogynistic asshole who does and says intolerable things, is a setback to life and the movement.