I have a friend, Sheila; she’s a woman 20 or so years my senior. I used to work with her, and though I left that place of work, we have remained lunch friends. We see each other intermittently. Lately, it’s been VERY intermittently, for some reason.
So, I saw her last summer when I was 152 or so. Subsequent to that, I read Atkins, started watching my carbs, and have slimmed my body down to 140, give or take. (See where this is going?)
So we finally got together for lunch last week. She took one look at me, and was obviously unhappy! “Oh my God, you’ve lost so much WEIGHT! You have to be CAREFUL!” blah, blah, blah.
Honestly, it made me laugh and giggle (still does). The subtext here is something like, you must have AIDS or cancer or something, i.e., there is something wrong and it is you.
To which I respond: No, honey, what’s wrong is that too many people today are overweight, and you’ve become accustomed to seeing people who are too heavy, with lots of fat on their bodies.
I also got some remark from someone I currently work with about how “people are too obsessed with weight, I feel.” Mind you, she’s also about 20 pounds overweight.
Put this in the Pit because I know someone is going to take offense at it (don’t mean it that way, however). Just making what I feel is an accurate observation, how people’s standards of what is “normal” changes based upon what’s going on around them.
Finally, I should’ve told her, so, it’s okay for Kate Moss but not for me? It’s okay for those French people, but not me? Sorry, I like being slender and trim.