CONFESSIONS OF A FAT GIRL

Very Rude Awakenings

I abhor having my picture taken. Occasionally, I take a good photo. You'll notice my profile photo, always visible in the upper left corner, is typically a lovely photo taken from a flattering angle and often, photoshopped to bits. But basically, I look like crap in pictures. Which is to say, basically, that I look like crap in reality. The problem is, I don't like how I look and seeing it in a photo makes is harder for me to live in a comfortable denial of that.

Enter my wonderful volunteer experience. I've been serving as an advisor to a teen group and a couple weekends ago, I accompanied 154 of them (don't worry- there were other adults to help) on a weekend retreat. And let me assure you, there is nothing like 75, annoyingly skinny teenaged girls to REALLY drive home how out of shape and fat you are. Ugh.

And after the weekend, pictures started going up. I have to admit, I was very dodgey all weekend, trying to make sure I stayed away from being in any photos at all. And I almost had a 100% success rate until a girl from the northwestern valley chapter posted a photo on Facebook and tagged me in it. A photo of me from behind. In a crowd of teenagers. I looked like an amazon. Worse, I looked like my cousin in New York-- the one with the huge ass I always make fun of.

There was the photo. For me and anyone linked to me on Facebook to see. How humiliating. How undeniable. How HUGE IS MY ASS? Omigod.

Want a good, proverbial kick in the ASS to get you motivated? Have someone photograph your own behind for you and post it to the internet.

Another photo I saw a week later was of me in short-sleeves. I try to avoid short sleeves as a general rule but since Los Angeles is having a fucking SUMMER in NOVEMBER, I've been careless about my sleeve length.

So what is the moral of this tale? I must avoid short sleeves and being photographed from behind.

(What - you were expecting something more profound?)

YIKES

17 plastic surgeries! YIKES!

I am addicted to these documentaries they air each Sunday on BBC America. Last week was about anorexic teenaged boys. Tonight's is "Plastic Surgery Junkies" for which, of course, they flew to Los Angeles rather than shooting in the UK.

One of the surgeons suggests that he can cure in a procedure what it takes someone's shrink years to fix. And I gotta admit, there's a certain appeal in that idea but really, if plastic surgery cures what ails you, I am inclined to think you are dealing with bigger issues, right? Does that make sense?

And we meet Steve, who is nearly 50, and looks completely NOT human because he's had 17 plastic sugeries. Pec implants, brow lifts, face lifts, lip injections, calf implants, chin implant, and so on. I mean, that's insanity, right? How does this guy look in the mirror each day and think he looks okay? (I wish I could find an image for you but you're just gonna have to take my word for it.)

I am curious what my regular commenters think about gastirc bypass or lap band surgery? I'll admit there was a time where I began the process, filled out the paperwork, met with a counselor as required and so on and so forth, but only could not go through with it because my insurance wouldn't cover it. And I think if they suddenly did, I would go back and start over to do it again. Not because of my appearance, though that is a clear perk, but because I FEEL like crap. Because there are times and there are days where I can really FEEL my health is shit, KNOW that I'm at risk for certain problems and it does, ultimately, freak me out.

Oh to climb a couple flights of stairs withOUT being out of breath.

But one thing I must tell you - pectoral implants on men? Call 'em what you want, boys - ya look like ya got boobies there. Them's the brakes.

Clearly I am a Cow

Ok, now I'm no nutritional or physical expert but if Karolina Kurkova is being called "fat," then I am life-threateningly-obese, right? I mean, who ARE these idiots?

And is she in better shape in old photos then she is now? Sure. Would I still kill a hobo to look like her in ANY year? Yes.

The author of the article claims, in conclusion, that for as much as she earns, it should not be such a sturggle to stay toned. That this is her job. And frankly, I see his point and actually agree. However more than that, I think that when we, as society or as the media start lambasting MODELS for being FAT, we are sending out a bad message. To the model who, let's face it, probably has or had an eating disorder; to the industry; and to people who look up to these girls.

My point is, I think, is that there has to be a better way.

Read on and weigh in....

Is Victoria's Secret model Karolina Kurkova fat? You decide!

Fashion critics have blasted model Karolina Kurkova for looking too fat in a bikini.

Seriously.

The Czech model wore a bikini in a recent Cia Maritima runway show and revealed what the horrified style snobs called "back fat, love handles and cellulite."

Karolina Kurkova, 24, is one of the highest-earning models in the world, according to Forbes, and is best known for being a Victoria's Secret Angel and whose super-fit physique has graced the pages of international fashion mags.

But after the show during Sao Paulo's Fashion Week, a Brazilian paper noted that the leggy 5-foot-11 Kurkova "shocked" the audience when she appeared looking uncharacteristically chubby with "cellulite on her butt."

Boy, these fashion critics are harsh!

That said, let's compare how Karolina looked in this year's show to how she looked modeling a bikini in the 2006 Cia Maritima show. Then you decide if the critics are crazy. Or just reallyreallyreally picky.

                                     

To our eyes, it does appear that Karolina is a bit more toned and trim in the runway shots taken in 2006. But is she fat now? Not a chance. Curvy? Absolutely!

Still, don't feel too sorry for the poor maligned beauty. According to Forbes, the supermodel earns $5 million a year with this bod.

Call me crazy, but if your figure's earning those kind of figures, how hard is it to stay fighting fit? Isn't that your job?

source: http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/thedishrag/2008/06/is-victorias-se.html

No, really.

And now, a confession.

I sweat. No, seriously -- when I sleep, I sweat horribly. I don't know what's going on but I just gross myself out lately. I wake up in literal POOLS of sweat. The best solution I've come up with so far is sleeping with my A/C on, keeping my room at 60 degrees. Doesn't matter if it's hot or cold outside - I still sweat.

My doctor has suggested I might have Hyperhidrosis but there is no cure for this so what does it matter? And there is no way to tell if I actually have some sweating disease or if I am just fat and sweating as a result. I mean, let's face it - I get warm easier. That just comes with the package.

This is all sort of an embarassing admittance but I'm not sleeping with any of you (not yet, anyway- wink, wink) and what the hell - I've managed not to hold back too much up til now.

Only time will tell on this. And God help me, my sleeping habits and my electric bill til then.

All Woman

First of all, I do apologize for my absence. I would love to tell you some insanely gripping story about why I couldn't blog but it really all boils down to my being lazy, unmotivated and unoriginal.

Last night, I was trying on a bridesmaids dress I am set to wear in June and I have to tell you, I felt ridiculous. I wear dresses about as often as it snows in Los Angeles and there I was, in something satin and shiny, cleavage showing, arms exposed... My goodness, you could see LEG. Part of me wanted to laugh, part of me wanted to cry and part of me wanted to put on the nearest pair of jeans in the worst way.

I find that one of the things I struggle with most at this weight and size is my feminimity. I've always leaned a little more toward tomboy than girly-girl but all the same, I am still a woman, first and foremost. I still have my needs and wants, my curves, an unreasonable obsession with shoes and accessories... I do wear makeup...  But my size, I feel, makes me so unfeminine. So much so that I wonder if my constant loneliness is more about that than about an actual desire to be with someone. maybe I just want to be with someone to prove I am fully woman.

I am not graceful. In high heels, I am heavy-footed and awkward. In a dress, I am lumpy and frumpy. At night, I am sweating in my sleep and waking up hungry from the workout. I would rather watch a baseball game than Gossip Girl and I would rather grab a burger and fries than drink wine and sample cheeses (which is not to say I have not ocassionally enjoyed the latter)... These are things about me that I take pride in sometimes but sometimes, loathe.

I wonder why I couldn't have been born one of those wonderfully, genetically skinny people? Why couldn't I LOVE to exercise and cook my own healthy meals? Why aren't I one of those people with great health and good fortune and shiny hair?

But anyway, to quote someone or another that was probably famous: "All I can do is the best I can." So I console myself with the belief that I am doing the best I can, the best I know how for right now. Which I guess isn't so bad but also, in a way, I dare to imagine I could be doing better and am missing out on how to reach that something better...

Eh. Now I'm just rambling.

I'm exhausted, though. Still. I do know that much. I am really looking forward to my long weekend. A little sleeping in, a BBQ, some Law & Order reruns... Heaven, I say.