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Anybody else ever completely startled by what their bodies are like, as opposed to what they think their bodies are like? And is anybody else befuddled by how and, perhaps more importantly, why?
For years and years growing up, I thought I was sorta pudgy, because I would try on clothes - at stores, in my friends closets, whatever - and, past a certain point, the zipper just wouldn't budge. Then I went lingerie shopping with a friend, and she glared at me critically, and said, "Honey, have you ever been properly fitted for a bra?"
See, I thought I was a 34B. I was actually sorta scared to get measured, for fear that it would now be officially recorded that my body had changed since I bought my first bra in my teens. Well, it had. Turned out I was a 32D. My friend (having heard me wail about my weight) triumphantly exclaimed, "See! With those measurements, you can't be fat."
And then I had a panic attack, complete with being unable to breathe. It was like my whole self-image flipped.
Well, that was 5 years ago. Since then, I've I gained some weight, and, I started rollerblading for an hour each day a couple of weeks ago ... but I haven't seen a weight change. I'm not dieting, just working out, and I'm sort of hoping that even if the numbers on the scale don't change, my fat-to-muscle ratio will. So I bought a measuring tape, to see where my starting point was.
38-28-37. Hourglass city. I'm Joan Frikkin' Holloway! And yet, I persistently think of myself as ... well, not unattractive (she said modestly), but definitely not as conventionally attractive. In point of fact, it feels braggy and wrong just typing that. Self-hate, thy name is the marketing of femininity. And that's a mouthful.
I used the word "fat" in this post, and I just want to clarify something about it: I am a big body acceptance proponent. I hate how "fat," as an accurate descriptor, is now a vilification: like you can't be bigger and gorgeous, too, like "fat" is the worst thing in the world. I internalized that attitude back in the day, despite knowing a lot of hot women with more curves rather than less, and used it to hate on myself, if not others. These days, I think I'm okay with my size (the big reason I want to loose weight is so I can continue swapping clothes with my best friend, who wears the same size as me, but with the distribution of a model), but I realize talking about weight can feel judgy and/or triggery, and I just wanted to address it off the bat. After all, that sort of thing lies at the root of the problem ....
What do you guys think? If anybody else ever deals with similar issues, what do you think is behind it, and how do you combat it?
For years and years growing up, I thought I was sorta pudgy, because I would try on clothes - at stores, in my friends closets, whatever - and, past a certain point, the zipper just wouldn't budge. Then I went lingerie shopping with a friend, and she glared at me critically, and said, "Honey, have you ever been properly fitted for a bra?"
See, I thought I was a 34B. I was actually sorta scared to get measured, for fear that it would now be officially recorded that my body had changed since I bought my first bra in my teens. Well, it had. Turned out I was a 32D. My friend (having heard me wail about my weight) triumphantly exclaimed, "See! With those measurements, you can't be fat."
And then I had a panic attack, complete with being unable to breathe. It was like my whole self-image flipped.
Well, that was 5 years ago. Since then, I've I gained some weight, and, I started rollerblading for an hour each day a couple of weeks ago ... but I haven't seen a weight change. I'm not dieting, just working out, and I'm sort of hoping that even if the numbers on the scale don't change, my fat-to-muscle ratio will. So I bought a measuring tape, to see where my starting point was.
38-28-37. Hourglass city. I'm Joan Frikkin' Holloway! And yet, I persistently think of myself as ... well, not unattractive (she said modestly), but definitely not as conventionally attractive. In point of fact, it feels braggy and wrong just typing that. Self-hate, thy name is the marketing of femininity. And that's a mouthful.
I used the word "fat" in this post, and I just want to clarify something about it: I am a big body acceptance proponent. I hate how "fat," as an accurate descriptor, is now a vilification: like you can't be bigger and gorgeous, too, like "fat" is the worst thing in the world. I internalized that attitude back in the day, despite knowing a lot of hot women with more curves rather than less, and used it to hate on myself, if not others. These days, I think I'm okay with my size (the big reason I want to loose weight is so I can continue swapping clothes with my best friend, who wears the same size as me, but with the distribution of a model), but I realize talking about weight can feel judgy and/or triggery, and I just wanted to address it off the bat. After all, that sort of thing lies at the root of the problem ....
What do you guys think? If anybody else ever deals with similar issues, what do you think is behind it, and how do you combat it?