Blondeegrldd
Well-Known Member
I actually posted this on my Space but had to share it with ya'll of course...
A lovely member of my family constantly nags me to lose weight. [HINT: its in the word 'nag.'] Listed below are what I am guessing she is most worried about...
A) My size jeans is much more -cough- generous than hers.
B) My health.
Oops. Only two reasons.
My answers...
A) She must be jealous of this.
B) In reality, I am in perfect health. Since the pedi-surgery two years ago which was unrelated to weight... I've never felt better. I am aware that I am young and it is too soon to be declaring I will live to 100. But really, who wants to live that long anyway?
Here's the thing: Aside from what E! and Top Model (which is one of my fave shows, by the way) and Weight Watchers wants me to think... I love being a big girl. Love it. I love feeling physically powerful. I love being feminine and curvy and soft all over. I love flying past the normal sizes to plus sizes. Shopping has become more of an adventure than ever.
I used to be concerned. I used to ask myself - "I am not supposed to feel this way, right? I am supposed to look in the mirror and call myself a 'Fat, disgusting pig' before going on an all grapefruit diet that will no doubt fail in less than a week and drive me into the loving arms of Ben & Jerry for comfort. I am supposed to hate this. I am supposed to severly bruise my hips and belly from grabbing them hard in hopes they would disappear."
And, for the longest time, that's exactly what I did. No wonder any significant amounts of weight I lost came crawling right back. My heart wasn't into it. Does it have to be?
Well, life is too short to pretend to be something I am not. Not that I am opposed to shedding a couple pounds here or there. But a couple pounds won't take away the glorious title of Big Girl which I am finding myself most in love with. So, I officially do not regret being the way I am. Maybe that will change in the future. I am young, and I know I will continue to change in these next few important twenty-something years. But right now, I am completely, utterly, satisfied with the role I play in my life.
Trust me, I have no problem finding nice, attractive men to date and adore me. I have more of a problem keeping them at arm's length, truth be told. I have no problem looking at a beautiful, skinny friend and recognizing she is sexy in her own way and I am sexy in my own unique way.
Besides, isn't unique so much more interesting?
[Next time Nagging Woman gets on my case, I will print this out, and hand it to her with a smile... because I know if I open my mouth to talk, my point will be shot]
A lovely member of my family constantly nags me to lose weight. [HINT: its in the word 'nag.'] Listed below are what I am guessing she is most worried about...
A) My size jeans is much more -cough- generous than hers.
B) My health.
Oops. Only two reasons.
My answers...
A) She must be jealous of this.
B) In reality, I am in perfect health. Since the pedi-surgery two years ago which was unrelated to weight... I've never felt better. I am aware that I am young and it is too soon to be declaring I will live to 100. But really, who wants to live that long anyway?
Here's the thing: Aside from what E! and Top Model (which is one of my fave shows, by the way) and Weight Watchers wants me to think... I love being a big girl. Love it. I love feeling physically powerful. I love being feminine and curvy and soft all over. I love flying past the normal sizes to plus sizes. Shopping has become more of an adventure than ever.
I used to be concerned. I used to ask myself - "I am not supposed to feel this way, right? I am supposed to look in the mirror and call myself a 'Fat, disgusting pig' before going on an all grapefruit diet that will no doubt fail in less than a week and drive me into the loving arms of Ben & Jerry for comfort. I am supposed to hate this. I am supposed to severly bruise my hips and belly from grabbing them hard in hopes they would disappear."
And, for the longest time, that's exactly what I did. No wonder any significant amounts of weight I lost came crawling right back. My heart wasn't into it. Does it have to be?
Well, life is too short to pretend to be something I am not. Not that I am opposed to shedding a couple pounds here or there. But a couple pounds won't take away the glorious title of Big Girl which I am finding myself most in love with. So, I officially do not regret being the way I am. Maybe that will change in the future. I am young, and I know I will continue to change in these next few important twenty-something years. But right now, I am completely, utterly, satisfied with the role I play in my life.
Trust me, I have no problem finding nice, attractive men to date and adore me. I have more of a problem keeping them at arm's length, truth be told. I have no problem looking at a beautiful, skinny friend and recognizing she is sexy in her own way and I am sexy in my own unique way.
Besides, isn't unique so much more interesting?
[Next time Nagging Woman gets on my case, I will print this out, and hand it to her with a smile... because I know if I open my mouth to talk, my point will be shot]
