Hi there. I haven't written in awhile. I guess life has been life and has thrown me a few curves lately. Some stressful and some wonderful all at the same time. And I've been doing a lot of thinking.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about some of the women I know. It seems like most of the women I know don't like their bodies in one way or another. Skinny wants to be taller. Thin wants hips. Curvy wants a flat tummy. Busty wants less and skinny mini wants more. Seems like almost everyone wants to be some combination of shorter,taller,heavier,thinner,scuplted,bustier,athletic. And even at that, we're only talking bodies. Make no mention of anything facial like curly/straight hair, wrinkles, lines, tan, no tan, and etc.
Isn't it a huge waist, uh - waste of time? Of course some people argue that they want to look * a certain way* for health's sake. Well I for one refuse to believe that out of all of the body types there are that only one look (which is usually unattainable for most women) - is "healthy".
Now I'm not saying you can't want to better yourself, but when your self worth hangs on what size pants you wear? Seriously.
I overheard some women talking at the gym. These women weren't overweight, nor were they thin. They looked average. They were taking turns on the huge scale in the women's locker room - and talking about counting the number of chips they are the night before at a party.
How frivolous. Be happy that you were at a party, in the first place. How much fun are you, if you spend the night wishing to iunduldge in the goodies but you're too busy counting the calories in the thimble of salsa you just ate.
It reminds me that these women are looking for love. I don't just mean something temporary. I mean it reminds me that they are trying to fill a void. Maybe they aren't. But something like that could be better served as furthering your Spiritual walk with God. And what about bettering yourself as a person? Delve into a hobby. Learn something new. Like one fake friend of mine used to complain, over and over again about being single. She didn't really talk about much of anything, other than her problems. Well, what always struck me is - even if she met the right man - what would they have to talk about? How miserable she is being single?
Or, perhaps even better - volunteer somewhere. Push wheelchairs. See people who would be thankful for something simple, like being able to walk distances - and maybe this type of person wouldn't be so concerned with that huge extra 20 calories from the 5 rasins they had in their morning cereal.
Maybe they would see that "beauty" is more varied than the half starved look that a lot of runway models sport.
On the other hand - how could the media keep selling women diet pills, diet plans, and millions of "look enhancing" products of various sorts, if women didn't feel that their looks were faulty?