I hesitate writing this post.
This blog isn’t a platform for me to whine about every thing I disagree with. (That’s what Twitter is for!)
But this post infuriated me and I can’t keep quiet about it.
It’s a long post, so here’s a quote so you get the idea:
And that whole “losing weight won’t get you boys” I call BULLSHIT. Um, yes it does. If I weighed 30 pounds heavier than I did when I met my boyfriend would he have been interested? Probably not and he is the nicest guy I know. Who wants to be “Oh there’s Brian and his fat girlfriend. I wonder what he sees in her? I’m going to introduce him to skinny mini-skirt Lindsay. He deserves better.”
In essence, we are all shallow. Losing weight and feeling good about yourself gives you confidence and guys notice. Being chubby makes you want to shank people that say “you are beautiful just the way you are.” Give me a break. What are they supposed to say? “Well, if I could discern that there was a difference between your calves and ankles and if you didn’t have so much cellulite and when you waved at me I didn’t get slapped in the face by your fat wings and when you smiled your face didn’t triple in size you would probably be beautiful.” I’ve never been obese, but I have had my share of chub (I gained about 20 pounds in one month in college thanks to a heavy dose of Prednisone. I’ll choose crippled before I take that again – I heart handicapped parking). I currently don’t like how I look and I feel like chit (again, cheet) in public most of the time. I feel uncomfortable in my body and I don’t like how my clothes fit. I have the right to not accept myself just the way I am. Just let me say “I am not okay with my body.”
At the beginning of the post she expressed her disagreement with bloggers who say losing weight doesn’t make you happy. In a way I started to agree with her. When I shed the extra pounds I’m carrying it will make me happy.
But I’m pretty stinking happy anyway.
1. Not everyone wants to be thin. Plenty of people are more concerned with being a mom, enjoying cupcakes or just finding their natural happy weight.
2. Weight does not equal worth. At all. I am loved and love the same regardless of my weight. I’m just as smart and just as fun. Being happy with my weight will make me more comfortable in my skin but that’s it. It doesn’t change me.
3. I gained weight training for my Ironman. I might have been heavier but I did a freaking Ironman and that is awesome. Richard still thought I was hot. And I was. And it had nothing to do with weight.
4. Her mean comments about someone who has extra weight showcase why little girls develop eating disorders and so many women think they need to conform to a certain ideal.
What are your thoughts? I’d love to discuss them in the comments!