Well, they tell you the truth about gravitational pull, plus or minus a bit unless you have an expensive scale. But your typical bathroom model is going to eat you for lunch and spit you out if you go near it. We have long, long ago been indoctrinated that the number you see on this magic box is directly and irrevocably tied to your worth in the world. We’ve been told that less is more. That thin is in. That boys don’t go out with fat girls. That fat girls are somehow “less than” their thin, willowy counterparts. I’ve got news for you…just in case you are reading this and you are under oh, say…55 years old. Other than for health reasons, you are perfect with your curves and your comfy tummy. The other day, a dear friend of mine made a comment how good I looked. In his well meaning way, he said, “You’ve lost a ton of weight.” which to full figured women translates to “You were looking really bad…I’m SO glad you got a grip on that tire you were carrying around!” Why do we DO that to ourselves? Why do we let others do it to us? I will tell you what he was noticing though. I went to Victoria’s Secret and got fitted for the absolutely PERFECT bra and now the girls get the attention and not my beautiful hips!
I’ve been stress eating all summer. I’ve been working hard lifting boxes and furniture so my loving friends are pointing out that muscle weighs more than fat. Aren’t they precious…bless their hearts. But I haven’t been bench pressing the sofa. I’ve been indulging in WAY too much ice cream and WAY too many trips to McDonald’s in a desperate attempt to keep my kitchen clean. I can’t remember the last time I dug into a plate of veggies or a great salad. My latest cholesterol results shocked my doctor into a change in medication. I know it’s temporary. There isn’t a McDonald’s within 30 miles of the farm and I’m going to be cooking for my aunt. She doesn’t like much meat and that will help me trim back. Also, I just love walking out the country road from the farm so it won’t be long and I’ll be back to my fighting weight. But I’ll never be without my curves. They are just a part of me that I’ve come to know and love.
In the meantime through, I’m not apologizing for those curves. Just like I’m not going to apologize that I have too many crowns and I don’t floss enough. Or that I would rather sleep in my trailer than in a house….ANY house. It’s just me and who and what I am…take it or leave it. I don’t look away from the mirror when I walk by…I say “Hello, gorgeous!” And mean it!
Don’t let anyone talk smack about your best friend…and don’t you do it either. You ARE your best friend and you are beautiful!