Sunday, April 10, 2011

Other Voices

The best of what fellow bloggers have to say about the taboo surrounding the simple fact of one's weight:

In which Aidan Donnely Rowley ponders the question: "To this day, I will not reveal my weight because I feel like it is not low enough...and something tells me I am not alone. Something tells me that you think about these things, that some of these questions rattle around in your head too. But they are sequestered there, right? Because you are not allowed to ask them. But is this healthy? Is this healthy for us to spend so much time fixated on things we are implored not to discuss? I don’t know."

In which Molly McCaffrey poses a challenge: "I feel like if more of us talked about what we weigh, then we could dispel the false notion that our weight is so drastically different than everyone around us—even people we see as having smaller waists or more attractive bodies."

In which Dear Sugar from the Rumpus, a 42 year old columnist, admonishes her twenty-something self: "Stop worrying about whether you’re fat. You’re not fat. Or rather, you’re sometimes a little bit fat, but who gives a shit? There is nothing more boring and fruitless than a woman lamenting the fact that her stomach is round. Feed yourself. Literally. The sort of people worthy of your love will love you more for this, sweet pea."


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