The Betrayal of Skinny

Tiny people have heart attacks too, it was this thought that spiralled my thinking into many places regarding body type and skinny. I have been aiming for healthy and strong since my early twenties when I realised quite quickly that my love of food outweighed my love of feeling skinny. Sorry Kate Moss ‘Everything tastes better than skinny to me!’ Even marmite and I don’t even like that very much but on a thickly cut slice of whole meal lightly toasted with some French butter, on a cold winters’ morning with a hot cup of tea, that outweighs the image of my blue dress on a size 12 body in my teens (the only time I’ve ever been a size 12 and ever will). I also realised early on that boobs are also better than skinny! Imagine if men’s penises increased twice the size when they put on a little weight?

The fact that it’s clinically proven that food gives off the same chemical in the brain as cocaine and that people who eat small amounts of sugar are actually happier does not surprise me in the least. So, Kate as much as skinny looks very good on You, it can never taste as good as food to me.

Which brings me to another point, the look of skinny doesn’t actually suit everyone. As you get older your skin needs a little plumping, looking drawn in the face in your 20’s you can get away with, the older woman can only fill with so much collagen before wrinkle upon wrinkle will start to appear. Fillers let’s face it distort your face leaving more quizzical looks! It wasn’t until someone I know had a heart attack and my first though was but she’s tiny, skinny that I realised I felt betrayed by the media’s portrayal that skinny is good, healthy or the way any of us should look. It’s complete rubbish, healthy is where we should be aiming, healthy, happy and kind.

Waist training, plastic surgery, media and just the normal general human looking someone up and down, (whenever anyone does this I cringe). Look into my eyes my friend that is where I am, not in my sandalled feet, shaven legs, work skirt, size fourteen blouse covering the sometimes C, sometimes D, sometimes DD’s depending on my hormone levels. Again, don’t let your gaze get stuck there those boobs have earnt their right to wiggle and jiggle (but that’s another story). Higher, higher that’s right that’s where I am just look into my eyes that’s where you will find my empathy and kindness, humour and humanity. Kindness is one size fits all thank goodness, however not everyone can quite squeeze it over their ego and vanity. It’s definitely worth trying it on occasionally, it’s been around so much longer than skinny and will make you shine, in fact with a little kindness you will be the most beautiful person in the room.