I met a friend for coffee today. It's been a long, long time so we had lots to catch up on. She was surprised at all the crap that is hogging my time. I was equally surprised at her load. We are so a like and yet so very different.
But now, hours later, one thing keeps going through my mind that she shared with me; her recent doctor visit.
It seems that my friend, like every other woman I know, has been on a perpetual diet ...forever. She works out like a beast, seriously, and yet, she's still not a size six.
The doctor was able to shed some light on her health issues that have caused her to remain larger than that coveted size six. Finally, she has medical proof that she will probably never be tiny...
And all it did was depress her.
The question begs to be asked, "Why can't we all just be happy in our own skin?"
Do men cry, moan, eat a gallon of ice cream, simply because they will never have that twenty-five year old body again?
I don't think so Tim.
I've seen those paintings of by-gone eras and guess what, those chicks were fat and not just a little chubby. We are talking FAT. Was fat sexy back then?
Please do not misunderstand me, I am not saying we should all just sit around watching Oprah and eating bon bons. Although...Ahem, never mind. We all need to eat better. Seriously, read a food label and see what you are putting into your body. GET OFF THE COUCH. For heaven's sake drink some water!
I just don't think that thin equals happy nor do I believe that it equals healthy. There are tons of skinny people in this country who couldn't walk a country mile or a city mile for that matter.
I am surrounded by women who look in the mirror and cry because they don't like what they see. I think that's a rotten shame.
Maybe if we stopped focusing so much on the negative and looked closely at the positive, we wouldn't have such a depression problem in this country.
I guess I just want to know that people are happy in their skin, regardless of what the scale says.