Currently Listening Scarlet's Walk By Tori Amos Virginia see related

Okay, so Brandon sent me a link saying that Kate Beckinsale feels fat. Now, my feelings on this matter are torn. Part of me says, "Oh God, if she feels fat, I must be a disgusting and obnoxious cow," and the other part says, "Well, at least she's human."

I'm sorry, but my feelings lean more toward the first statement than the second. Why can women never seem to accept their own bodies? What good does it do us to find all of our faults and focus on them to the point that they are debilitating?

It helps nothing. We don't become better people because of it. We get cynical and angry and jaded and hate every other woman we come into contact with. That is not fair in the grand scheme of things. We of us who judge ourselves based on our weight often find that we are also the ones most judgemental of others' appearances even if we never say anything. For example, I get pissed when pretty people say they aren't pretty or feel fat. It makes me want to rent a dozer, line them up and run them all over. Now come on guys, is that healthy?

The correct answer to that is no. It's not healthy. It's extremely destructive and it sets anyone who would be in a relationship with you-friend or otherwise-up for heartache and frustration. I always seem to revert back to Tori here over the last year and you guys can just get over it, but I happen to very much agree with this statement and it is OH SO SLOWLY helping me come to terms with my own body.

She said, "The way I see it, the men that I'm with, whoever they are, it's like look, you have to accept that I like ice cream and I know it shows up on my hips but if you can't accept that, then leave. Go away. Toodles. It's non-negotiable." 

I've spent too many years of my life trying to whip my body into submission (for those of you who would read and interpret that sentence poorly, shame on you.) I like to eat. I don't go overboard and stuff myself until I'm ill...often. I have curves, that's apparently the way I am going to stay. I can either accept it or make myself and everyone around me miserable.

And as a final quote, this is from my mother, "Skinny ain't pretty naked."

Thanks Mom.