I'm a Big Girl Now?
Allow me to drag out ye olde soapbox and I will try not to break it as I climb atop. Harumpff.
So, as someone who is safely within the Surgeon General's height/weight guidelines though admittedly tipped a bit toward the higher end (mostly because of my boobs), I have oft struggled with the idea that if I just lost 10 pounds, life will be perfect and beautiful and filled with puppies.
Now, logically, I know that 10 extra pounds isn't going to keep me from finding fortune and fame, nor will it keep "the one" from falling madly for me -- and if it does, then that person isn't "the one" but rather "the No. 1 dripweed."
I just made up that word, dripweed. Making up words is what got me in the state, actually. I was updating my MySpace status. Yes, I still use MySpace. And I still update my status. I never said I was cool.
Anyhoo, at the time I was feeling kind of blechy, merrrgh and a little bit flurby.
And then I wondered if "flurby" was actually a word. And, yea, the Urban Dictionary reported that it is; it means overweight, chubby, etc.
Fine and good—considering I had beef jerky and tater tots for breakfast, that felt appropriate. What got my attention and my goat, though, was this accompanying ad on the Urban Dictionary site:
Big girls need love, too, no doubt, but I would hardly classify this woman as a Big Beautiful Woman.
I would put her build more toward the average mark. Or did I miss something? Is everyone above a size 6 a BBW now? Should I just pack it in and align myself with Chubby Chasers because I've got curves?
Again, harumpff.
Has anyone seen Last Chance Harvey yet? It's a new rom-com with Dustin Hoffman and the lovely Emma Thompson. But, oh, what an uproar the world let loose when they saw Emma Thompson's size in the film (which, by the way, was enjoyable in a dopey kind of way. Your mom would probably love it):
Whoa! Watch out! She's huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge.
Whatever, world. You're dumb.
Welp, I may have an extra 10 pounds, but ain't nobody ever kicked me out of bed for eating crackers.
In the Comments section, tell me if you think Blondie above is a BBW. Please, consider that if you give me any reason to amp up my neurosis about this, I'm going to have to cut out tater tots once and for all. And I lub the tots. A lot.
So, as someone who is safely within the Surgeon General's height/weight guidelines though admittedly tipped a bit toward the higher end (mostly because of my boobs), I have oft struggled with the idea that if I just lost 10 pounds, life will be perfect and beautiful and filled with puppies.
Now, logically, I know that 10 extra pounds isn't going to keep me from finding fortune and fame, nor will it keep "the one" from falling madly for me -- and if it does, then that person isn't "the one" but rather "the No. 1 dripweed."
I just made up that word, dripweed. Making up words is what got me in the state, actually. I was updating my MySpace status. Yes, I still use MySpace. And I still update my status. I never said I was cool.
Anyhoo, at the time I was feeling kind of blechy, merrrgh and a little bit flurby.
And then I wondered if "flurby" was actually a word. And, yea, the Urban Dictionary reported that it is; it means overweight, chubby, etc.
Fine and good—considering I had beef jerky and tater tots for breakfast, that felt appropriate. What got my attention and my goat, though, was this accompanying ad on the Urban Dictionary site:
Big girls need love, too, no doubt, but I would hardly classify this woman as a Big Beautiful Woman.
I would put her build more toward the average mark. Or did I miss something? Is everyone above a size 6 a BBW now? Should I just pack it in and align myself with Chubby Chasers because I've got curves?
Again, harumpff.
Has anyone seen Last Chance Harvey yet? It's a new rom-com with Dustin Hoffman and the lovely Emma Thompson. But, oh, what an uproar the world let loose when they saw Emma Thompson's size in the film (which, by the way, was enjoyable in a dopey kind of way. Your mom would probably love it):
Whoa! Watch out! She's huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge.
Whatever, world. You're dumb.
Welp, I may have an extra 10 pounds, but ain't nobody ever kicked me out of bed for eating crackers.
In the Comments section, tell me if you think Blondie above is a BBW. Please, consider that if you give me any reason to amp up my neurosis about this, I'm going to have to cut out tater tots once and for all. And I lub the tots. A lot.
Labels: eww, hard to say, Virginia IS for lovers, You go Judge Mathis
posted by 123Valerie @ Thursday, January 22, 2009
5 Comments:
At 11:58 PM ,
Woodrow said...
She's beefy. Look at those arms! And that gut. No lack of cushion for the pushin' with her.
The lady in the movie looks about average size though.
At 2:38 AM ,
Unknown said...
Blondie is definitely in the plus size category. Like Woodrow said, look at the arms! I don't think she would be a healthy weight.
Movie lady is fine, how do they get fat from that? Big coat/winter clothes seems to be making her look bigger than she actually is.
Just as an aside, curves doesn't always have to mean extra weight. I have curves and I'm 5'3" and about 110 pounds, definitely not on the heavy side.
At 8:09 AM ,
123Valerie said...
Really? I guess I was focusing more on her overall shape, which seems pretty straight up and down, not the usual rotund.
Hmm, well, in the interest of full disclosure, Amy, I'm 5'7" or so and 148 as of this morning, so I thank you for your agreement that curves don't mean "BBW."
Still, I'm feeling drawn to give up the tots now.
At 10:11 AM ,
3carnations said...
Blonde is "above average" but not big by any means.
Movie lady? Average or on the thin side.
At 9:17 AM ,
Spellbound said...
I'm always asking my husband if I'm bigger or smaller than someone I see when we're out. I have no idea what size I am so how can I judge anyone else. I do know those ladies at the bar Friday night need to go to a loading dock to get weighed and I know Barbie is too skinny and has breast implants, but I get confused with the women in between. I am 5'7 and weigh just a few pounds more than you. I can't blame my boobs so much, but I do have those child bearing hips. My daughter says it makes no difference, just step out with confidence and everyone will be impressed.
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