OK, that didn't come out right.
While I'm GLAD I'm not one of the stick figure girls I see out there as that comes with a whole different set of problems, I'm not glad that my figure more resembles a snowman than an hour glass.
Many people have heard females of our species ask on one occasion or another:
Does this dress/jeans/shirt/shorts/shoes/other make me look fat?
I can honestly tell myself, it is not the article of clothing. It's my hips. That and various other body parts.
While some people are blessed with a high energy level and metabolism, I am blessed with insulation. I'm not worried about being cold in the winter.
I realize the philosophy behind successful weight loss is learning to eat correctly. The correct foods. The correct portions. To my woe, Godiva Chocolate Rasberry Truffle does not have a place in that type of food life style. (Although, Fran, I would love to know how you do it!)
My best friend, Fran, is one of those who is blessed with not being obsessed by food. She also seems to be blessed by being able to eat whatever she wants without seeming to gain an ounce. She has looked great for many years now. Several years ago she was far too skinny, to the point that several of us who worked with her were concerned about the possibility of anorexia and her health. Then she lost about 180 pounds (hey Fran, is that about how much he weighed?) and she started looking more healthy almost immediately.
I have noticed over the course of many years, that you can tell some folks for who food factors largely in their lives. Ask them for directions. You will get something like this:
Go to the McDonalds and turn right. Then go to the Dairy Queen, and two blocks later turn left. From there, go past the Red Lobster, then continue for a while and it is the blue house on the left.
Now ask someone who has more sense about food and where it fits in their lives, and chances are you will hear something more like this:
Go to Franklin Street and turn right. Then go through the stop light, and two blocks later turn left. From there go through the 4 way stop, continue on about a mile and it is a blue house on the left
I've noticed something else. The fashion world is significantly prejudiced against anyone who wears over a size 8. I think there may be some secret law somewhere that says it is mandatory for clothes over that size to be monumentally ugly. They must only be in the hideous colors, and always look several years out of date.
OK, I'm exaggerating some.