I went for a lovely hike this morning with a very dear, long time friend. I just love hanging out and talking to her, because we talk about everything—literature, travel, religion, politics, culture, food, and of course love and relationships. At some point during the morning, our conversation turned to guys and skinny girls.
I have an ex, who was not such a nice person, and I was NEVER allowed to be “fat” while I was with him. I mean, he would notice when I gained a pound, even before I ever did. And then my friend said the funniest thing in response to this. She said, “I wonder what is up with guys like that. Do they only date really skinny girls, because that is all they can afford to feed them?” I laughed so hard.
But seriously, what is up with guys who obsess over girls’ bodies more than the girls already do themselves? That’s just not right. It’s mean.
On the opposite side of the spectrum, another friend of mine said yesterday, “Ugh, I have to go dress shopping.” She is getting married this year. “I already hate shopping and trying on clothes in general, but then shopping for a white dress is like ‘I look fat from this angle, this angle, and that angle.’” Then our sweet Mississippi boy immediately responded and said, “No, you’re not fat. I’m from Mississippi, I know fat.” My engaged friend then said, "This is true." Her fiancé is from the midwest. She said, "Out here I'm a 6, but in Missouri I'm an 8."
We laughed about it, but it's so true. I mean, what she was saying about the different perceptions of women is so true. And it makes you think--in Southern California, and certain other areas around the world, are we so “Hollywood affected” that we can’t remember what a real woman looks like? Is being a woman with the body of a twelve-year-old boy really what we want?
BIG LOVE & HUGS