First of all, thank you all for not disappointing me. This is truly an awesome discussion, and I'm glad you all made the cut to survive long enough to post to this thread. You all rock.
boorite said:
I think there's something to that. I was arriving at a similar observation in my conversation with my sister just as she looked at the clock and realized she'd gabbed too long and needed to get ready for work.
Thank you for that. When I or any other fat woman says it, it smacks of sour grapes. I'm thoroughly disgusted by way that even enlightened women find themselves silently hating their bodies, and the way that even enlightened men find themselves gravitating toward ideals of beauty to which only a minute percentage of the population can lay claim.
When I have a daughter, should I let her have Barbie dolls? Well, fuck. If tell her that she can't have them and explain why, I get the message across that there's something wrong with them, but I rob her of the chance to be a little girl by laying heavy crap on her when all she wants to do is play house with 11 1/2 inch people. If I let her have them, they work their subversive magic on her and she forever feels inferior to this handful of unrealistically proportioned plastic.
A happy medium? My mom tried that. I got my Barbies, and I got age-appropriate conversations about hippie concepts, and continued to grow up feeling ugly. Seen my kid pics? I was an adorable little girl. But I felt ugly.
bunnerrabb said:
Brings to mind the proposed ad slogan from the movie Crazy people: "Boxy, but good." Anyway mine are roughly the size of a geo prizm.
cabal said:
Either that, or it was a gag gift in the humoristic stylings of Fat Chicks in Party Hats. :P
BeNN_MaKK said:
Once upon a time I would have argued that the only person's ideal of beauty that matters is yourself. I guess I still do feel that way in theory, but in practice I think I agree with you now. I am so much more confident when my partner is someone who sees me as beautiful. I wish I had the strength to feel beautiful with conviction regardless of what anyone else thinks, but I'm weak enough to let the world convince me I'm unattractive usually. It's great to be able to have a positive opinion to focus on and let the rest fall away as background noise.
The pitfall of this is that it has tended to make me distrustful of my partners in the past. I know (from experience) that a lot of emotionally (and physically) abusive men tend to prey on large women, because their self-worth is so shaky. These men build them up with flattery, and encourage them to ignore the rest of the world in favor of their influence, gradually manipulating them into a position where the women become completely emotionally dependent on them. At that point, the flattery tapers off, and it's all downhill from there. There's not much the women can do about it, because by the time they realize they're unhappy with their situations, they feel as if it's the best they're ever going to get because their men are so much more understanding than the rest of the world.
It's classic. It's happened to a lot of women I know. It's happened to me. It happened to me despite the fact that I was on my guard for it because it happened to my mom.
I believe in my heart that Paul is not like that, but I swear to you that I still have one eye open for it. Doesn't that suck? I'm very glad that Paul is understanding enough to see why I need to have one eye open for it, and patient enough to gently tell me to knock it the fuck off when I second-guess his sincerity.
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