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Twin Topics: Feminism and Weight Loss

3 Mar

My favorite (relatively recent) activity is to get up at the crack of dawn, pour some Starbucks coffee from the coffee press my boss gave me for Christmas, and read blogs.  Side-note:  Getting up at the crack of dawn is not new to me nor is it especially enjoyable, but my entire life I have been unable to fall back to sleep once I have awoken (to the chagrin of my bedmates).  But as a connoisseur of coffee, I like having the time to sit and enjoy it.

After perusing many blogs, I have found I am drawn to the feminist writings and weight loss blogs.  No, no, don’t get the wrong idea–I am still a gastronome who loves to eat any and all food (except french fries).  Even though I am in no way trying to lose weight, I have never in my life been overweight, and I am the antithesis to health nuts, I find their motivation compelling.  Just reading about someone trying so hard to do something makes me want to jump up and study for the GRE, makes me want to clean the house, makes me want to DO something meaningful!

In many ways the feminist blogs and weight loss blogs are opposites.  The feminists talk about ways women are marginalized.  They are mad about the smallest ways women are made second-class citizens (because it is the most ingrained actions that are most detrimental).  While the big girls just want so badly to fit in.  They would kill to buy “the clothes,” and die to look like the people portrayed in media.  The blogs are talking about the same thing–just from opposite prospectives.  It is not because of health so much that girls try to lose weight–I blame patriarchy.  That is a whole other discussion, so I digress.

Reading the blogs of self-proclaimed fat girls makes me angry for them.  Furious that I never have to think about these thigns, as a smaller person.  It makes me hate the media for accepting me, though I am just as unhealthy in my gourmet eating habits, over the heavy gals.  The highest weight that I have ever been in my whole life was 126 pounds–my first year of college.  I am 5’2″ so it wasn’t a great number for me, but still by most standards that is small.  And I could tell I was larger than before, but no one looked at me and thought”what a cow.”  It isn’t fair.  Under the ruse of health, we as a society are able to openly criticize the overweight.  I am an expert and authority on “bad” eating, yet because I look thin people leave my salubrity alone.  It isn’t right.

As I write this I am eating yellow cake with cream cheese frosting, and some whipping cream poured over it.  I told you–I am a total food epicure.  I know what tastes good and unabashedly eat it without guilt, and without worry.  Explanation for why I am eating such things:  The whipping cream is my milk replacement, because I do not like to drink plain milk (ever!  Ewwww), but a lot of recipes call for a little of it.  The whipping cream has a longer expiration date than milk so I buy it instead.  Just because it keeps better–I pay no mind that it is higher in fat and sugar.  The point is, I do not even have to think about my weight.  While the “fat” girls have to discriminate what is most curative to their thick bellies.  They count every calorie, go hungry, and forgo all that is good and awesome in the food world, I do not have to pay attention.

I do little to no physical activity either.  No therapeutic running or weights here, people–I am as unhealthy as they get.  I enjoy jog/walking, but only if the weather is above 60 degrees and there is no rain or snow.  And even then when my busy schedule allows.    I eat crap, do no exercise, and yet my figures looks lean.  It just isn’t fair to all those people that feel overweight and work super-hard to change that.  I admire their dedication to losing weight, even if it is spurred on my society’s bracing, narrow-minded interpretation of beauty.