But sometimes...when you're not expecting a package, not expecting anything, except bills and weird catalogues, and the mailman comes touting a cartoon covered package you want to hug them, even though they're only doing their job and it would be wildly inappropriate.
Which is exactly what happened to me yesterday when:
The wonderful Andrea (who sits in booths)
sent me a package of perfect looks
70s tops and bowed pins
a package of wonderful wondrous things!
Thank you Andrea, you made my day!
To make it better there's just one way,
if I could have a cup of tea with yo.u
Let's get together and sit in a booth.
I pretty much adopted that lavender cardigan right away. This is what I was wearing before the inappropriate mailman hugging incident.
Now, I was actually going to ask you guys about body image. I've been running a series of what the lovely Tara called "anti-fashion posts", which is pretty much where I stand when it comes to it, this strange animal, that supposedly tells us what to wear. As much as I love clothes and style and their complicated personal and sociological connotations, I haven't really cared about fashion for years, except perhaps as a matter of curiosity. But that's a whole other post right there.
So in the vein of the "why, how and what we wear"-posts, I was wondering: do you gals sometimes contemplate the short-comings of your bodies? I've, for a long time, been pretty impervious to the notion of skinny, large-breasted, hairlessness-image that fashion magazines peddle to us.
The more complex matter is however that we also peddle it to each other. Take blog-land for instance. It's pretty flattering pictures all around. Not a lot of pictures from angles that made you look chubby, or that show your break-outs. Of course none of us want to feel unattractive, but sometimes our efforts to present our best selves to the world, our friends, or even ourselves, can obscure who we really are.
Here's the skinny behind this pondering: I've gained weight since I came to America. Not like a ton (only 999 pounds obviously), but about 10 of your American pounds. I've never been really skinny, but I've never been really heavy, either, and tough my weight gain is not substancial, or put me anywhere near what Western doctors deem an unhealthy BMI, upon seeing these picture of my belly I was a little horrified. I thought about not wearing tight clothes. I thought about going on a diet(Fat chance.) . I even thought about not posting these pics.
This is really disturbing to me. That I would even consider having a little pot-belly embarrassing enough to let it alter my style-choices, or posting on this here log, is obvious evidence, that some way or another, I've let my thinking be influenced by this culture of dichotomies that we, women in particular, live in.
I'm not telling you guys any of this because I think I'm fat. I know I'm not fat. I'm telling you this because I want to hear your opinion on body issues, whether you still carry residual body-hatred from earlier in life, whether you're totally at ease in your bodies.
I'm telling you this because sometimes I think about my body. And sometimes they're not nice thoughts.