Sometimes I wonder what Eve, the first woman on earth looked
like. Did Adam fall for her just because she was the only woman on planet
earth, or did she have a specific look and bodily dimensions that lead to the
‘ideal women’ being condemned to have those specific attributes? I have very
basic knowledge about Adam and Eve, however I would like to know what lead to
everyone figuring out what a perfect woman should look like. What is all the
hue and cry about size 0, and the 36-24-36 dimensions?
If you look back into history, in the 18th
century, the common belief was that if a woman was heavy and voluptuous, it
meant that she was intelligent, and would bear healthy children. Well, we know
how long that lasted! I wonder what it is like in the minds of all those women
who put themselves through starvation and degradation, who deny themselves FOOD
to look like a sack of bones. What is it, is it so that more and more men would
tail you like a pack of wolves? Is that it? Or is it a self esteem issue? Like
Sheldon Cooper would ask, “Is your bodily mass somehow connected to your
self-worth?”
I myself am a UK size 18, and I will not deny that there have
been times when I myself have wished that I was thinner, but not a sack of
bones, NEVER a sack of bones. Then I give myself a good punch (I can do that
now, with all the basic kickboxing training I have had) and remind myself that
it doesn’t matter. Why do we want to be like every other ‘skinny chic’ we
encounter? Society has fed us with this bullshit long enough, and now we feel
like anything more than ‘skinny’ is just unacceptable. Its like creating
robots, the next one is going to be just like the last one. Why do we let
others decide what we must look and be like?
The most appalling thing that I find is that women themselves
look down upon other women for the way they look. I mean come on bitches, don’t
we have the male population to make us feel bad enough? Do we have to turn
against each other too? Since time immemorial, we have asked the question, “Can
men and women be ‘just friends’?” however, the real question is can women be
friends without biting each other’s heads off! Okay, that’s a completely
different train wreck of a thought process, and let’s leave the opening of that
Pandora’s Box to another rainy day.
Coming back to the million dollar question, why do we want
to be yet another prototype? I am by no means saying that you must simply
forget about your health and indulge in complete gluttony, but why deny
yourself the occasional pleasure of a delicious, soft, freshly baked chocolate
cake for a dude who looks like something Thor coughed up and spat out? Here are
two pictures below, which one would you choose?