The Can of Worms and the Aftermath
I have many dear, wonderful, caring friends. I can't thank all of you enough for your words & thoughts, and the outrage that you feel on my behalf.
What it comes down to is this: Women are objectified in the world...held to ridiculous standards of weight and age and outer beauty. If you aren't under 25, under 100 lbs, and a perfect speciman, it's almost as if you don't exist. It's harsh and stupid and REAL MEN don't think this way but have you noticed there aren't a lot of REAL MEN? So for a woman to do this to another woman, it's practically unforgiveable.
I think every pair of eyes reading this can associate with this too...we've all been unhappy ,at some part of our life, with our weight or our body shape or our crooked nose or round-shaped face or deep-set eyes or whatever...something that made us feel woefully inadequate, pathetic, unlovable.
I am overweight for my height...I know this! I don't like it! And I should take better care of my health for health's sake, eat better, get more exercise, so I can continue to dance and work and be alive with no problems. I can hem and haw and complain about all the things going wrong in my life and how my only comfort is food since I don't have my heart's desire. It all comes down to shut up or put up.
The girl who wrote the initial nasty thing sent an apology to my sister-in-law, who forwarded it on to me. I'm glad she sees that it was a tactless error on her part. I'm glad that my husband commented on how he loves me and my size and doesn't think I need to lose a pound. I'm glad that my friend Diane actually wrote a note to the girl about how women to berate women especially on weight issues is ludicrous.
My mood has been lifted here at work too...I played Irish music on my iPod at lunch for everyone and ate some corned beef. Even belly danced for some co-workers (alas, I cannot Step Dance...stupid weak ankles and calves!).
I hover now between the selfish want to eat junk food just to show this person I don't care, the desire to starve myself thin, and the small drive to actually take care of myself and lose the weight so that my dance skills will go from pretty spectacular to holy.mother.of.God.how.does.she.move.like.that?
What it comes down to is this: Women are objectified in the world...held to ridiculous standards of weight and age and outer beauty. If you aren't under 25, under 100 lbs, and a perfect speciman, it's almost as if you don't exist. It's harsh and stupid and REAL MEN don't think this way but have you noticed there aren't a lot of REAL MEN? So for a woman to do this to another woman, it's practically unforgiveable.
I think every pair of eyes reading this can associate with this too...we've all been unhappy ,at some part of our life, with our weight or our body shape or our crooked nose or round-shaped face or deep-set eyes or whatever...something that made us feel woefully inadequate, pathetic, unlovable.
I am overweight for my height...I know this! I don't like it! And I should take better care of my health for health's sake, eat better, get more exercise, so I can continue to dance and work and be alive with no problems. I can hem and haw and complain about all the things going wrong in my life and how my only comfort is food since I don't have my heart's desire. It all comes down to shut up or put up.
The girl who wrote the initial nasty thing sent an apology to my sister-in-law, who forwarded it on to me. I'm glad she sees that it was a tactless error on her part. I'm glad that my husband commented on how he loves me and my size and doesn't think I need to lose a pound. I'm glad that my friend Diane actually wrote a note to the girl about how women to berate women especially on weight issues is ludicrous.
My mood has been lifted here at work too...I played Irish music on my iPod at lunch for everyone and ate some corned beef. Even belly danced for some co-workers (alas, I cannot Step Dance...stupid weak ankles and calves!).
I hover now between the selfish want to eat junk food just to show this person I don't care, the desire to starve myself thin, and the small drive to actually take care of myself and lose the weight so that my dance skills will go from pretty spectacular to holy.mother.of.God.how.does.she.move.like.that?