Saturday, July 24, 2010
Thin Women Can Complain
I'm thin. Not ghostly, bone protruding thin, but for an over forty year old woman I am doing all right, sort of. I work out, eat right, eat wrong, I am raising 4 children (two of whom will be in high school this coming fall), I drink wine. I also complain about my body. I complain about my expanding waist and my sagging boobs. The weight is creeping up and no one likes that I want to complain about it. Yes, you heard right - I'm complaining and I say we thin gals have a right! My friends roll their eyes when I tell them it's hard to find a size 3 (2s can be snug on the old butt and 4s bag on my waist). "Oh such problems," they mutter - not so I can't hear them, mind you. I get it. People want to be thin, but I am watching things happen to my body, too. Why can't I complain about them? I have a belly roll. I don't like my belly roll. Why do you laugh when I show it to you? My butt has gotten bigger, it has! And it depresses me. Do I have to have a butt you could land a plane on for you to acknowledge that my bigger self icks me out like yours does? Let us thin friends into your circle of misery, that's all we ask. I want to be able to say to you "Oh, I shouldn't have that" when we both stare at the double chocolate layer cake and have you tell me "no, you shouldn't". I want you to nod your head in understanding when I complain that I DO need Spanx under that new dress and I want you to mean it!!!