Ya know, this whole losing weight thing just sucks. There are no ifs, ands or buts about it. All of my life I’ve had problems with my weight and to be honest, I’m just plain tired of fighting it anymore.
Maybe, just maybe, I was meant to be fat!
What a concept. Learning to love yourself irregardless of what you look like. Wow, can society handle it?
Probably not. Every minute of every day it is pounded into our heads that thinner is better, chins should not sag, gray hair should be destroyed and, heaven forbid, we enjoy a nice pastry from time to time.
What’s up with that?
From a psychological standpoint, this is so not good. Those who tell you that you should lose weight and look like this or whatever – obviously have issues concerning how their own bodies look and it’s time they keep their issues to themselves. If I had a dollar for everytime someone had said to me, ‘You know, you have such a pretty face. Just imagine how beautiful you’d be if you lost some weight.’
So, I’m not beautiful now because I don’t conform to what the fashion magazines consider sexy? Do we take into account that the models in the photos are often ill, on drugs, or don’t eat just to remain thin? Have you ever seen the airbrushing that goes on with these photos?
We could all look that good if we had a team of people painting our faces, doing our hair and picking out our clothing. Of course we’d need another group of people to make sure the lighting is correct, the shadows are placed just so and pulling and tucking our clothing constantly. Heaven forbid we be caught with our sweater stuck in a fat roll or something. If we would ever admit to having cellulite, maybe they just wouldn’t like us anymore.
Who cares? As a writer I spend most of my time in sweatpants, tshirts and a sweater. Every now and then I even don socks. I run out for coffee in my slippers (and I’m not talking about a drive through here) and I’ve been known to hit a drive through in my pajamas. Even though I dress like a hermit I’ve yet to lose friends over it. I might get some strange looks but I couldn’t care less about that. People need something to talk about, it might as well be me.
So ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to stage a revolt against our cultures ridiculous ideas of beauty. Being beautiful has nothing to do with your weight or your hair color or your clothing – it comes from your actions and how you treat those around you. If the biggest thing on your body is your heart, you’re headed in the right direction.
So don your slippers and hit the market – you’ll be glad you did.