A fun read for any woman of any shape and size. Candid, funny, and a good reality check.
Some quotes I liked:
It’s time to change our attitudes about this whole body-image business. It is a business. It is an image. But it is YOUR body, which contains YOUR mind, which can be a whole lot easier to change than the width of your thighs or the shape of your ass.
(page 2)
…But I no longer apologize for who I am or how I look. I have more important things to do.
So do you. You have a career to pursue, you have creativity to develop, you have a family to raise, and you have friends to love. You live in a society in the midst of major transition that needs your attention and your help. In light of what’s happening to women across the globe—rape, poverty, lack of health care. Lack of legal rights, and civil war on a daily basis—our obsession with calorie counting seems ridiculous.
We are ready, willing, and able to change the way the world sees us. But to do that, we start by changing the way we see ourselves. Friends won’t stop making helpful yet asinine suggestions about corn oil and couscous until you tell them that their suggestions are asinine, not helpful. Bullies won’t stop making fun of you until you stand up to them. Magazines won’t start putting fat girls in their pages until you start buying magazines that already feature fat girls in their pages. Manufacturers won’t stop making fattening fat-free food until you stop eating it. And don’t expect Brad Pitt to make out with Camryn Manheim in his next movie, or the captain of the football team to push aside the head cheerleader so he can get some fact time with the chubby yet sweet yearbook editor until you are ready to accept those changes yourself.
(pages 3-4)
I have to say, there is a sense of loss when you actually give up on the fantasy that you’ve been nurturing for so long—the one where you wake up one day and you are thin and life is great and you burn all of your fat clothes and fat pictures and take the shot where you’re standing in your fat jeans with your thin body. Oh, to let that go… That’s okay. Now you have the opportunity to come up with a whole new goal for yourself—maybe one that’s actually in the realm of possibility.
…As I mentioned in my introduction, you don’t have to be fat to be Fat…
The point is, my friend is thin, but she’s Fat. She realized that she’d wasted a lot of time and energy on something that was out of her control, something that her body would or wouldn’t change when the time was right.
People take your cue on how to behave around you. If you act ashamed of yourself, they will be ashamed of you. If you act proud—even if it’s just an act—people will kowtow. Get over it. Dress well, Own it. Fake it long enough and you may just start believing it yourself…
(pages 16-17)
Truth is, I can eat and exercise “perfectly” for weeks in a row, or I can get lost in an occasional binge. In the big picture, it doesn’t really matter. I go up a few pounds, I lose a few, but I always weigh about the same…Time to put my self-improvement efforts elsewhere. Is that crazy? Defensive? Maybe. I reserve the right to change my mind. But my body ain’t changing right now. I may not Break Free from Compulsive Eating. I may never Make the Connection. I can’t always Stop the Insanity. Only recently did I begin to figure out that while I could lose a few pounds, or build some muscle tone, essentially I am always going to be fat. It was only when I finally understood it that something changed. I wasn’t just fat, I was Fat—not just a physical state, but a state of mind.
So no more tapes, no more meetings, no more potions, no more plans. No more hopes for a “lifestyle” change. I like my life. I like my lifestyle. I’m even starting—can it be possible?—to like my fat. Maybe someday I’ll be able to define exactly what my fat is—my fear and anxiety and sexuality and mother issues and father issues and bad behavior and guilt and feminism and laziness and chemistry and physicality and habits—and still NOT LOSE WEIGHT.
I’m fat. I assume I always will be. I spent my whole life waiting to get thin so my life could start. Now I realize that I can’t wait for thinness to arrive in order for my life to begin.
(pages 78-79)
…Fat and beautiful are not opposites. They do not cancel each other out. I am fat and beautiful. I know lots of people who are skinny and ugly. I can look in the mirror and see lots of things I think are beautiful about me, my face, my body. I can see the elements come together and get a feeling of “Ooh, I like that.” Occasionally, verrrrrry occasionally, I look at my body and think, “Okay, there’s some fat. What’s so bad? What’s everyone so scared of, freaked out about? What the hell am I so freaked out about? “
But usually I look at my body in the mirror and I go, “AAAAEEEEEEWWWWW!” Especially when I look at my stomach. My weight is pretty evenly distributed, but all the extra goes straight to my abdomen…I wish I could just give myself the 100-percent stamp of approval, but I’m not there yet. Don’t even get me started on the pouch. You know, that slab of flab below your belly button but above your vagina? Women hate that little pouch, don’t we? But what’s so wrong with that pouch? We’re supposed to have that. It’s good, it’s supposed to be there. That’s where we grow babies. Somehow we came up with the idea that our bellies are supposed to be ironing-board flat and perfectly pouch-free… There are rare birds with completely flat bellies, but it’s like someone who has eleven toes: genetic mutation!
And thighs. It turns out that thighs are supposed to touch! That’s our storage space for the energy our bodies need to sustain pregnancies. “During puberty—a typical girl gains nearly 35 pounds of so-called reproductive fat around the hips and thighs. Those pounds contain the roughly 80,000 calories needed to sustain a pregnancy, and the curves they created provide a gauge of reproductive potential.” … “’There is evidence that estrogen is stored in fat on the outer thighs,’ says Rhoda S. Narins, clinical professor of dermatology at New York University.” Hmm. Thighs equal estrogen. Estrogen equals female. So if you get rid of your thighs, are you getting rid of your femininity? Your womanhood?
(pages 151-152)
Do yourself a favor. Take the magnets off the fridge and the stickies off the computer screen. Stop taking cues from others—whether they are fashion editors or people you know—and let yourself set your standards. Don’t renew your commitment to losing ten pounds, or getting into last decade’s sun dress. Don’t vow to transform yourself into someone else. Don’t renew at all; take on a new idea instead. Try this: “Well, here I am. Maybe I’d like to be in the process of change, but today I’m in this body. So why not work with myself instead of against myself?” Right now, try to honor the skin you’re in.
(page 169)