I CAN name a few places that I’m scared of -- sinister alleys, swamps, abandoned buildings and a new addition to the list, is that fitting room in a clothes shop. That bright cramped room with mirrors all around made me see something that was close to horrific (rolls eyes).
I never count calories and I’m not that conscious with my weight, I pack up on pounds easily and this never worries me. I smirk at girls who eat half a cup of rice (as proving I can do with three). I raise my eyebrows at women who are uberly figure conscious. In short, I was never a fan of the-next-top-model genre of any sort.
I never count calories and I’m not that conscious with my weight, I pack up on pounds easily and this never worries me. I smirk at girls who eat half a cup of rice (as proving I can do with three). I raise my eyebrows at women who are uberly figure conscious. In short, I was never a fan of the-next-top-model genre of any sort.
But then if you truly want to have that pair of jeans and they won’t fit you because your butt is a little too big and your Igorota legs don’t exactly fit into the skinny jeans category, well woman, there’s something that makes you wish that very moment that you should have been more careful with those chips and donuts. And as if not being able to wear that pair of jeans isn’t frustrating enough, those mirrors mock you by graciously showing you an ample amount of cottage cheese and dimples in areas where they’re not supposed to be. Talk about adding insult to injury. So I curse the fitting area and decide never to enter one again. I never thought that was a scary place. Confound those jeans!
What is this? First I’m talking about not minding those extra pounds next thing I wish I was a size smaller. Make up your mind woman! No. I still am not a fan of Miss Tyra Banks’ girls but yes, it would not hurt too to fit into those jeans that you really want.
For a moment there, I think I finally realized, or at least understood why weight seems to be a very big issue for most women (although I still think some are just plain OA about it). It could be for a variety of reasons; vanity, a skewed perception of beauty, health, wellness, or simply because you want a certain clothing to fit you without buttons bursting to pop. Confound those jeans again!
The media however has barraged us with messages about beauty standards, most of which are physically unattainable. And thus should be ignored and not be internalized. But a lot of cultures are virtually obsessed with thinness. The view that female fatness was a sign of health and vitality has long gone archaic. For innumerable reasons, women are pressured to look like twigs.
We question the standards we have set for ourselves. Standards that have demanded us to do things we don’t like to do but we feel obligated to fulfill. Cultural engineers define these criterions and we are consumers who willingly or unwillingly fall prey. They come in various forms and aspects that have pressured us to be products of several lifestyle obsessions. And along with setting these yardsticks, we are encouraged, or subconsciously urged to buy these goods—products that are the replicated results of our desires, wishes and even sense of identity.
That instant, I was angry at those pair of jeans, but angrier at myself. Not because I eat more rice hence costing me a good slim-fit pair of jeans but because for a moment, my senses and values wavered.
So now where’d I put those trusty old sweatpants again? I love them, they don’t discriminate.
What is this? First I’m talking about not minding those extra pounds next thing I wish I was a size smaller. Make up your mind woman! No. I still am not a fan of Miss Tyra Banks’ girls but yes, it would not hurt too to fit into those jeans that you really want.
For a moment there, I think I finally realized, or at least understood why weight seems to be a very big issue for most women (although I still think some are just plain OA about it). It could be for a variety of reasons; vanity, a skewed perception of beauty, health, wellness, or simply because you want a certain clothing to fit you without buttons bursting to pop. Confound those jeans again!
The media however has barraged us with messages about beauty standards, most of which are physically unattainable. And thus should be ignored and not be internalized. But a lot of cultures are virtually obsessed with thinness. The view that female fatness was a sign of health and vitality has long gone archaic. For innumerable reasons, women are pressured to look like twigs.
We question the standards we have set for ourselves. Standards that have demanded us to do things we don’t like to do but we feel obligated to fulfill. Cultural engineers define these criterions and we are consumers who willingly or unwillingly fall prey. They come in various forms and aspects that have pressured us to be products of several lifestyle obsessions. And along with setting these yardsticks, we are encouraged, or subconsciously urged to buy these goods—products that are the replicated results of our desires, wishes and even sense of identity.
That instant, I was angry at those pair of jeans, but angrier at myself. Not because I eat more rice hence costing me a good slim-fit pair of jeans but because for a moment, my senses and values wavered.
So now where’d I put those trusty old sweatpants again? I love them, they don’t discriminate.