"What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet."
If it's true (and it is) that a rose would still smell as sweet, even being called by another name, are we not the same person no matter what size the tag on our jeans say? Well, yes, we are, in theory.
See what makes me, and a lot of women (big and small) unhappy about our weight has nothing to do with our personalities, hearts or wit. I just read a comment by a reader that said she is happy with herself and that yes, she is a "big girl". Kudos, my dear. I'm a little envious actually, because I know that feeling. That feeling of "I AM", flowers smell sweeter, wine crisper, a friends laughter becomes infectious, and all because when one is happy with oneself they are able to appreciate the things and people in their lives.
Growing up in America little girls are indoctrinated into the cult of "You can never be too thin". Magazines, books, television, movies, and in some cases your own family. I, am one of those little girls. And though I fancy myself to be intelligent (no snide remarks here Jazzy-tee hee) I still feel that way. And before you think that my ideal is to look like Nicole Richie, it is not. I meant in the sense that I feel, while not ugly, unbeautiful, (is that even a word?) at my current weight.
While I applaud the Monique's of the world (you go mama) that love themselves and exude confidence no matter their size, I'm just not there. Intellectually I understand that being fat and being confident are not mutually exclusive. However, I admit, that intellect is usually not something I take into consideration when I look in the mirror.
Will I ever? Well that's a question for the ages. I just don't know. I do know that while I can always see the beauty in people of all sizes, I generally take a compliment about my looks at this size, with a grain of salt. My own personal issue people. Something I must work through.
And just to end this on a funny note, because I can:
This one guy found my blog by typing the following into a search engine: "FAT GIRLS NUDE BEACH". ewe, right?
Okay gotta get me una taza de cafe con leche cuz a sistah is nasty without it at this hour. I am SO not a morning person. Tough to tell I know :)
Laterz!
If it's true (and it is) that a rose would still smell as sweet, even being called by another name, are we not the same person no matter what size the tag on our jeans say? Well, yes, we are, in theory.
See what makes me, and a lot of women (big and small) unhappy about our weight has nothing to do with our personalities, hearts or wit. I just read a comment by a reader that said she is happy with herself and that yes, she is a "big girl". Kudos, my dear. I'm a little envious actually, because I know that feeling. That feeling of "I AM", flowers smell sweeter, wine crisper, a friends laughter becomes infectious, and all because when one is happy with oneself they are able to appreciate the things and people in their lives.
Growing up in America little girls are indoctrinated into the cult of "You can never be too thin". Magazines, books, television, movies, and in some cases your own family. I, am one of those little girls. And though I fancy myself to be intelligent (no snide remarks here Jazzy-tee hee) I still feel that way. And before you think that my ideal is to look like Nicole Richie, it is not. I meant in the sense that I feel, while not ugly, unbeautiful, (is that even a word?) at my current weight.
While I applaud the Monique's of the world (you go mama) that love themselves and exude confidence no matter their size, I'm just not there. Intellectually I understand that being fat and being confident are not mutually exclusive. However, I admit, that intellect is usually not something I take into consideration when I look in the mirror.
Will I ever? Well that's a question for the ages. I just don't know. I do know that while I can always see the beauty in people of all sizes, I generally take a compliment about my looks at this size, with a grain of salt. My own personal issue people. Something I must work through.
And just to end this on a funny note, because I can:
This one guy found my blog by typing the following into a search engine: "FAT GIRLS NUDE BEACH". ewe, right?
Okay gotta get me una taza de cafe con leche cuz a sistah is nasty without it at this hour. I am SO not a morning person. Tough to tell I know :)
Laterz!
3 comments:
Yes, you're right. Sorry for my english, i'm a french girl. I find that you wrote very realistic. And Nicole Richie is all except of a role model. However the obesity is very bad for the health. The medias are annoying when they fling on heads beautifuls, richs, thins, glads and famous celebrities. To be too much fat is dangerous for life but It's stupid when the people mockes the obeses. I think than the americans must worrying about this big problem and helping them who are in pain. In France too but It's a little more lesser than in UK and Germany and a lot lesser than in US. I love USA and american people, I hope than your obesity's problems will reduce.
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