What a long day.
Woke up at 9, because mother said we're going for breakfast. Turns out that she was gone at 8:30. I was pissed off. I called her, bitched, and hung up without listening to her side. Made me feel better.
Went to work at 11:50. Got picked up at 8, and dropped my grandma home. My mom said me and her were going out somewhere. Ended up going to her friend's house, whose neice was over (absolutely detest her). Anyway, we played cards for 2 hours and now I'm finally home.
I'm exhausted, frsutrated, and extremely bitchy.
Work was ... odd. All of the girls who work there are either extremely skinny or average. None can be considered anything remotely close to "fat."
Well, this one girl, S, states that she's on a diet because her parents want her to be. She said that they call her fat and ugly. Other workers heard it-men and women-and commented on how they need to go on diets as well. A few even said that since the diets don't work, they want to try other methods.
I spent 15min with each person. Eventually, a few agreed that their weight is fine. That still didn't satisfy me though.
What exactly is it with people and their looks? Does it honestly matter that much?
Speaking of...there's a guy at work who gets picked on a lot. He talks to everyone, but a few times in a conversation, people end up teasing him. You can see his face fall every time. As self defense, he tries to talk back. It never works. However, he usually comes back and apologizes.
Today, he came up to a few of us girls and said "Hey, I'm sorry for everything I said today." I gave him a weird look and asked why he was apologizing. "Because I don't want to seem like a jerk." I reminded him that people treat him worse than he treats them. He looked at me, then shrugged. I told him to be more confident in himself and never to apologize for things he meant, because people will only treat you the way you treat yourself.
Are body image and the want to please others really that important? Why can't we focus on what's really important: pleasing ourselves.
In order to please others, you yourself need to be happy. Your weight and looks are just like money. One day you have it, the next you don't.
I personally would rather be chubby. It's a sign of being healthy. It's a way of showing the world that you don't need to have the "ideal" look to fit in. Infact, what exactly is the ideal look? We all want to be something we're not. So, if none of us are happy with our looks, who exactly do we want to be like? Pictures that are photo-shopped? None of that is real. Even those who actualy do look like that aren't satisfied.
We are all afraid. Afraid of not meeting certain criterias. Not getting into university, not getting a good job, being alone all our lives, afraid of not fitting in, and of looking different.
What happened to being unique? What happened to learning that every individual in this world is different? We all have different genes and DNAs, so how exactly can we look "perfect." We live with what we have. And love it.
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I personally would rather be chubby. It's a sign of being healthy. It's a way of showing the world that you don't need to have the "ideal" look
Well...If you were chubby- perhaps it'd be okay, but chubby and fat are not the same thing. Fat and overweight are the same, but different from obese. Those show the world that you don't fit in, that you're a target to be made fun of and separated from the rest of society because you happen to enjoy food a bit too much, or it's genetics that defined your body frame, or because of a disorder (hypothyroidism etc.). The ideal look for these people is easy, it's called "normal". We just want to be treated like people, not something out of a circus.
How do you treat others who are different?
It's something we learn from childhood. From our parents, our peers, and our teachers.
If people make fun of you, laugh right back and say something. Show them that you're comfortable in your own skin. Why should it concern them, if it's ok by you.
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