I recently wrote a post where I referred to myself as having “a real woman’s thighs.” The implication being that they’re bigger than a model’s — a bit pudgy, in fact.
You guys know what I meant. As did common comment-leaver Lake Livin’ — but she also made a good point: She’s a size zero and her thighs are also a real woman’s thighs.
It’s a point worthy of an apology. And since I’m flooded with stress and chores so that, for reasons unknown, it’s easier to write a post than answer all your guys’ comments right now… Well, I’ll make it here.
As much as we talk about fat shaming — which is a very real, very common thing — we fail to acknowledge that it works both ways. This society may be obsessed with being thin, but that doesn’t stop us from then passing judgment on people who are.
I remember two girls in high school lamenting this problem. Both were very skinny. And both were sick unto death of being told to go eat something. People assumed that these girls were starving themselves rather than just being very, very slender.
Tim had a similar experience. He was painfully thin as a teen. No matter what he ate (a whole large pizza, a box of cereal, etc.) he just didn’t gain weight.
It sucks to be overweight in a society obsessed with and glorifying thin people. It makes you feel like crap. It makes you feel less than. And it causes people to cast aspersions on your overall character. (Fun fact: Obese people have a harder time getting jobs and/or raises. Unfortunately, there’s an inherent, often-unconscious link in most people’s minds between being fat and being lazy.)
But how maddening must it be to meet society’s expectations and still get grief for it? To have people think — and sometimes tell you to your face — that you have an eating disorder?
The fact is that bodies come in all types. All of them are “real.” So let’s work on new wording, eh? I’ll put my thinking cap on.
So… yeah. Thanks, Lake Livin’ for a reality check.
Have you guys dealt with this kind of thing? What’s some better wording, do you think?