It's funny when a guy strikes a coquettish pose and asks the ever eternal question, "Do I look fat?" It's sad when a woman asks the same question.
When a woman loudly complains that she's too fat and needs to go on a diet, I cringe. The people who publically obsess about their weight are nowhere near overweight. In fact, they probably bear more resemblance to Kate Moss than Roseanne in the first place. When will they learn to find a medium that they will be happy with?
If people think I'm maladjusted with my tendency to collect bizarre quotes, read opera summaries where most of the characters die, and listen to Disney songs, they've got their priorities crossed. I might have a few odd interests, but it doesn't compare to starving oneself. Do you think denying yourself food is a viable lifestyle? Sure, if you don't have money to buy food, I think I can understand the situation. But if food is readily available, why would anyone want to subsist solely on rice and beans and call it a banquet?
Is peer pressure or media to blame? Maybe. Girls like flipping through magazines like Cosmo and comparing themselves to the models. Perhaps parents are partially to blame trying to get their daughters to lose weight. And of course the double standard: obese women are less socially acceptable than obese men. I could, of course, turn this into a rail against societal stereotypes, low self-esteem, and people's obssession of appearance over personality.
But what does it say of a woman's personality if she so willingly lets herself waste away into nothing?
