The Weighting Game
Seems every time I pop good ol’ Yahoo! News there’s something about weight/body image. Today was no different. I was treated to two articles. One was for an ad campaign about acceptance and not stereotyping people which went right the hell over the heads of those who commented. The second was about a fat chick going to the beach in a bikini. Before you get mad at that phrase
She’s fat. Ok? I’m not insulting her. I’m telling the truth.
I’ll tell you another truth; I looked at the picture and thought; Shit if SHE can wear a bikini so can I.
I haven’t worn a bikini since my daughters were little. It’s got to be 15 years now. In fact, I haven’t worn a bathing suit or even gone to the beach for a swim on a hot summer’s day in about a decade. 1-it’s expensive and 2-I figure no one wants to see me in a bathing suit. For further edification….here I am! I took these yesterday in anticipation of making a post just like this one.
Yep, that’s Yours Truly at the ripe old age of 47. This is why I refuse to wear a bathing suit
That’s me too. At the very unripe age of 19. You know, sometimes I come across old pictures like that one and I actually stop and stare at them for a moment as I wonder; Who’s that girl? Then I remember; Oh yeah, that’s me. Or it was. I came of age in the decade of anorexia and bulimia. Back then these were bad things today they’re pretty much the norm. They’re the ideal as to what society says women should look like. Mostly women anyway. I dare you to find me an article that’s talking about the weight and body type of the average American male. No, for the most part, he feels just fine letting his moobs bounce all over the place as he stuffs another piece of pizza down his throat, burps,pats that beer gut hanging over his belt, winks and says, “Hey, ya wanna?”
(Oh yeah, that’s sexy, dead sexy)
Hardly no one thinks twice about it. But if a woman does the very same thing, well, she’s a lazy bitch. You know, the good old American Double Standard. I’m not saying that guys don’t have hang-ups about their bodies *at all*, I’m sure some of them do and I’m equally sure those hang-ups make themselves known whenever a picture like this one crosses their woman’s eye
Yes, yes, oh my heavens yes, that picture did hang in my high school locker. You bet your dimpled ass it did, baby.😉
But men don’t seem to let it define them whereas us chicks we think about it all the time. I mean ALL the time. Practically 24/7. And it sucks. No one’s worth should come down to their weight. As a society and a country, we really should be more mature and even smarter than that by now. Logically we all know that people come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and whatnot. They do. We don’t come from a cookie cutter therefore we are not all alike nor should we be.
But that’s not what crosses my mind when I look in a mirror. Nope. I think; Damn you’re fuckin’ fat. Who the hell would ever look at you and think you’re pretty? You used to be hot what the fuck happened to you? Hence the elliptical machine (which I haven’t been using since summer kicked in full-blast…ick…no a/c in that room) but I have been keeping up with my Wii and having fun. I’m really good at the tennis and according to my Wii my Fitness Age is consistently between 27-30. 27 and 30! That ain’t bad for a bagged out 47-almost-48 year-old woman like myself. I may be fat but I’m still fast, strong, and have fantastic stamina😉
Along with the Wii has come this
Yep, every morning for the last four or five months I’ve started my day with a handful of pills. With the exception of the Pepcid, generic Aleve, and the Hair, Skin, and Nails every product there is designed to help me lose weight. Every single one of them. Gee, I can’t wait until I need REAL pills, heart medication, cholesterol drugs, arthritis meds, stuff like that. It’ll take me a good half hour to choke down all of those pills. Along with that comes eating right–which isn’t easy but I’m trying. I cut out soda almost completely. I drink a lot of water and iced tea. I cut out most of the junk food and replaced it with Special K bars. In other words; I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing to maintain my weight and my health but chances are that, short of some type of surgery, I’ll never be super-thin again. BUT I have lost some weight. Those jeans I’m wearing no longer fold over at the waistband due to my gut pressing against it. Those jeans are a size 8. A far cry from the 3’s I was used to, I know.
Know something else? There’s a lot of money in weight loss and making people feel bad about themselves. Just look at all those pills I take every morning. Trust me, you don’t want to know the cost. I bought the elliptical machine. I was given the Wii by Miss Nicole which was very nice of her. There’s all types of weight loss programs. All types of diets. All types of exercises. All types of surgery. All types of “medical professionals” at the ready to look you in the eye and say; You need to lose some weight. It is BIG business. Don’t kid yourself on that score. Making YOU feel BAD about yourself is a billion dollar a year industry.
Recently the pendulum began swinging the other way–as it always will eventually about any extreme. It only took 30 years! It makes me laugh a little to read nasty comments by so many “millennials” those who don’t remember the Before Time….before AIDS and Jane Fonda, that is. Those are the two things that really pushed America to “fitness” and Dexatrim, don’t forget that shit, man it was better than speed. It was. No joke. It shocks them when they hear about the Before Time and totally floors them to know that there are more countries and cultures out there who don’t give a flying fig about weight than there are those that put it on such an unreachable pedestal. That’s right, by-and-large this is an American Hang Up and it’s a bill of rotten goods that’s been sold to this country more than any other. But that’s mostly because we’re willing to buy anything and believe anything if some self-proclaimed experts just keep saying it loud enough for long enough.
There’s a push out there to go back to the way things were before we got all nuts over made up numbers like BMI. A push for plain and simple acceptance of good but plain people. Let’s face it, there’s more of us than there are pretty TV people anyway. You wanna be a super-thin supermodel…go for it. Have at it. But that will never give you the right to tell someone else how they should look or what they should do with their life not even behind the over-glorified and all-too-snarky guise of ‘health’. If you want to be plain old normal, I wish you the best of luck because no one knows what that is anymore. However, it doesn’t give you the right to tell the athletic person they’re too thin. We should be much more concerned with WHO a person IS and not how a person LOOKS.
There will always be ‘bombshells’ and ‘sex pots’…always. There’s nothing wrong with them. They’re fun to drool over and dream about–believe me I dreamed A LOT about the hunk in the Calvin Klein ads and, well, you know, this guy too…..
It doesn’t mean we all have to look like them or that we should even try to look like them. Not only is doing so bad for our self-image and our self-esteem but the intelligent folk among the Beautiful People don’t want to be known as only a body or a pretty face because they have more substance than that.
We should too.
Now you’ll have to pardon me while I down another handful of raspberry ketones and hit my Wii for an hour or so.