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
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?
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.
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