PK, I can think of two men celebrity wise who looked better as women than me – Rupaul and Alexis Arquette.
It doesn’t take much to look more convincing as a woman than me though, so I suppose that’s not saying much! Then again, it could be why I’ve always been attracted to men in a skirt…..
J.Lo does have a clothing line and I hear that her jeans are specifically made for “ethnic women” or “women of colour” who generally have more curves than the average Anglo. Whatever that means. What it means to me is that I have a tiny waist and HUGE thighs which means that if I’m between sizes (kind of a nice thing when you’re losing weight actually) I can’t find a pair of trouser/jeans that fit me properly. I most of the time have the annoying baggy waist syndrome, or occasionally the baggy seat problem when I buy the pants a size larger. It’s aggravating to be sure. It’s also in a way discouraging when you don’t quite fit into your old “fat” clothes and yet can’t quite squeeze into a smaller version. But I always say “YET”. I learnt that from my yoga instructor. She always says, don’t say “can’t” or “never”, etc. always say “yet” when discussing a pose. Now I’ve tried to apply that to daily life. As in, “I haven’t lost all my weight, yet.”
Try it, it works.
And for the record, no matter how much I want to be anorexically skinny, etc. I will NEVER be that skinny. I’m Hispanic we are genetically predispositioned to be hippy or thighy or butty, etc. I’ll be a kids size XS on top but a large or medium women’s on bottom. I guess my reality check was watching “Mr. & Mrs. Smith” on the big screen and coming to the conclusion that 1) Angelina Jolie has the most perfect body ever and 2) no amount of diet and exercise will ever get to a Ms. Jolie state of perfection. All I can do is be the best my body can be. Sigh
How’s that for depressing?
I have not read the Poulton book, but I will check it out of the library. I’m always picking up feminist theory type of stuff and am fascinated by the amount of literature and research being done on the subject. The issue though is what is being DONE to counter the infiltration of industry standards on everyday ways of thinking and viewing the human body. I’m a lot less forgiving of other people and actually have come to feel alternately worried and sad when I see morbidly obese people. I don’t make fun of them, rather feel very sad for them because of the damage they are doing to their bodies. I know where they’re coming from, whether it’s psychological or physiological - I’m coming from a little of both. The fashion/beauty industry has perverted our thinking, I’ll be the first to admit it. I read those magazines, I’ve bought into the ideal, do I want the next generation to do the same? Hell, no. But what can we do right now to change the tide?
Push-up bras are a fact of life for basically any woman who happens to own a pair of her own boobs. Sadly, for those of us on the smaller to non-existent side, you are then faced with the dilemma of not only having to endure with the often uncomfortable, sometimes downright painful underwire for the push up portion, but also with the HEAVY padding that must exist in order to “create” the illusion of breasts/cleavage. I’m not sure which is worse (droopy v. none) because as I have no boobs, I can’t comment on the whole sag factor, but removing a padded push up bra is quite possibly the most horrifically scarring event in a woman’s life simply for the reaction shot. That being, the look of utter and overwhelmingly disappointment from your partner when the bra comes off and so do your “breasts”. That is why I refuse to have sex ever again before I’ve had surgery either way.
I can’t believe you got your boobs pierced! Wow. Talk about calling attention to an area that you wouldn’t necessarily want noticed. Admirable. I don’t know what makes me feel sexy, nothing I do does I guess. Having my musician boy notice me and comment about it made me feel sexy, but its always an outside source, otherwise I’m pretty much asexual.
Josie, enjoy the compliments. No one can ever talk shit about a pregnant woman. It’s the only time in your life you’ll get to be insult free, so revel in it! And short hair takes time to get used to and to “grow” into, it might be a few weeks before you start to like the new do. All my GFs who have kids cut their hair once the baby was born because it was one less thing they had to hassle with, particularly in summer heat.
I was brought up with the same mindset, even now with two degrees under my belt, I’m still not really anything because I’m over 30 without kids and/or a husband. I’m like some sort of freak. As proud as my family is, and they are, they still believe that I should be married at the very least by now. Especially since all my other cousins of childbearing age are married with children at this point. Here I am; poor sad lonely spinster of the parish. I’m not even sure what accomplishment impresses them more – the fact that I just completed a master’s degree or the fact that I’ve lost 60 lbs. I’ve had an eating disorder since I was 12. I always say, I grew up in the Karen Carpenter generation, which is why I have such a hard time eating for fuel, etc. when I diet. To me, food is the enemy.
Speaking of feeling like nothing and not eating. I have no appetite. I saw my musician
boy last nite and he is most definitely seeing/dating the non-descript brunette with tacky red shoes. Except now, she seems to exclusively wear these black and white checkerboard Vans all the time. Zero sense of style and so bland it hurts your eyes. I don’t know why I bother going thru the trouble of getting all glammed up (even moderately) when I know the second she walks in the door my heart will sink with defeat (and it did). Inside me, there is the eternal glimmer of hope. Now that might be all fine and dandy for a new lipstick or moisturizer but not for love. Not when its obvious he doesn’t want me and I can’t figure out why. Why her?