Back in the 90’s- 20 years ago- people that were overweight were ostracized. They became pariahs of society whilst the thin were associated with beauty. Albeit, they had other eating disorders that weren’t really part of the limelight until later. Even today, we still look at the stereotypical “perfect body” and have some sort of ideal about what you or I should look like.
And here we are in 2015, really questioning what makes a person overweight versus fat versus whatever else. We understand there are genetic problems, we take into account some of the socioeconomic statuses of individuals, as well as some of the personal habits and personalities that come with it, mindsets and all- and we find ourselves really looking at all dimensions of a person before making any quick judgments about what’s going on. We don’t go quickly to tell a person to lay off the twinkies- because maybe that’s all one can afford. Hell, at some point in my life- those empty calories was the only thing I could get.
Things have changed, regardless. We look at things differently. We are more conscious (at least amongst my circle of business professionals) of whether a person is healthy versus whether they are fitting into this ideal body shape mentality. If a woman looks like she needs a sandwich, I’m not interested. If she looks like she’s having a bit too much, I’m not interested. If she looks healthy (just about enough, maybe a few days not enough sandwich or a few days two or more over) then she’s attractive to me.
Why do I see this as an important thing to discuss? Because being healthy is an important thing to me. It’s not about denying yourself of anything and everything, but at the same time not hogging out on all things to the clogging of your arteries and the crushing of your metabolism. I eat what I see fit, and I stay fairly active to keep a great deal of the weight that would otherwise pile on- off. Some remains, but I don’t feel like I’m eating to get amazingly full or locking my fridge to keep myself out to the point where I can see my ribcage. It’s a fine balance, but it’s manageable because it’s moderate. Moderation, I think they once called it. Temperance, as it is referred to in other mediums.
As it is 2015, I feel that this is the important issue to raise. An awareness of being healthy. If you got booty and you’re doing the diligence to eat and sometimes you get a cookie with the spaghetti dinner or other times you’re just having a cracker with cheese- then we’re cool. We’re on the same wavelength, because that’s me for the majority of the week. Yeah, i cook shit and it’s delicious. Sometimes, I don’t feel like cooking and I pop open some saltines with peanut butter, and it suffices me for the evening. I don’t make too big a deal of my meals all the time, and I’m not expecting anyone with a moderate focus on feeling healthy to have too much of their focus on that either. We have other things to think on that are going on in our day to worry about whether we’ve got enough broccoli or if we’ve got too much Parmesan on our noodles. We’ve got bills to pay, info to catch up on, people to call, things to draw, books to write, etc etcetera.
I say this because I remember the night I spent with Summer. She wasn’t too fat, nor was she in any way skinny. She had a bit of a belly, but it was soft and nice to wrap my arms around. She had a little jewel on her belly button that intrigued me and got me a bit aroused when I touched it. When I massaged her naked back, I wasn’t concerned about her love handles or her BMI. I was turned on because she exposed to me her naked back. I accidentally brushed against her breasts in the night when I was “sleeping” in her bed with her. (I say sleeping, but I could hardly sleep for the excitement that was rising up out of me whenever I touched her and held her close to me)- they weren’t crazy big or crazy small. They were smaller than average but they were there. Did this disappoint? No- because, again, she was basically naked to me. She wasn’t wearing a bra to prop them up and they felt wonderful to me. All she had on that night was a t-shirt and shorts. I was probably the only one that had a full regiment of clothing on- jeans and a shirt and sweater. I had to gather my senses when I brushed against them.
Even now when I think about it, I feel a bit of excitement. Again, it isn’t a matter of being fat or thin- she was healthy. I appreciated that about her. She was laughing, and smiling, and generally happy to be in my company. It had been so long since a woman had ever shown any response to me in that way- how could I not be excited? Shit, I’ll have a boner for days for a healthy woman that does that for me, I don’t give a damn if she’s 112 or 162. Summer is cute- which is a plus. Plus she drinks and knows what’s up- another plus. The only downside- she’s in Colorado. I could talk to her and apologize for poking her in the night- and she would say she didn’t mind. I can’t even talk about what’s going on down there with anyone in California. Such damned prudes you’d think everyone was a fundamentalist Christian or some shit like that.
Then again, perhaps I’m just meeting the wrong people. Problem is, I have no idea where these other people are. They’re at a crossroads between upper middle class eloquence and sailor at the docks. Some days, I’m more one than the other, but for the most part I would like to say I’m fairly established in the middle of the two.
Now I’m remembering her kisses.
I dunno.
But yeah, healthy. If you got that going for ya, don’t give a damn about what they say about your weight. You’re sexy, and you should own it every damn day you head out to work, every damn afternoon when you do your workout, and every damn evening you go out on the town. Ownership of who you are and making that available to people is the way you outta go- and when you do that, then you’ll get the right sets of eyes looking at you. Fuck those other sets of eyes.
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