So Karl Lagerfeld slipped up and accidentally called Adele a fatty. And then he tried to backtrack and say that she may be fat but she still has a great voice. That’s like telling a woman that she resembles a donkey’s ass but that she shouldn’t worry because she still has pretty feet.
And then Adele hit back saying that she represents the majority of women and that she’s proud of that. Well she should be. I’m not sure that I could value such advice from someone who looks like he just stepped off Christopher Columbus’ ship dressed like Prince circa 1988, much less take him seriously.
I was looking at photos of plus sized model Tara Lynn recently and I couldn’t help but think that there is something so authentically beautiful about her. She looks like a real woman - for me anyway.
This has been a recurrent theme in my life in the past few weeks. I’ve been reading various articles that lead back to this topic and then today after work, they were discussing the issue on a talk show.
The thing about getting older is that there are certain things that you just cannot fight. For instance, I just cannot contend with the fact that gluten-free does not mean fat-free. And I’ve just had to accept that my body is changing in ways that I can’t control and that I will probably have to exercise religiously for the rest of my life.
I have also had to accept that as I get older, I put on weight easier and it’s much more difficult to lose. And that with my hips, I will never be a size zero.
Here’s the clincher... I don’t want to be. I find that the older I get, the less I care about such things. I need to exercise for my stress levels and I enjoy it... but I do it more because I enjoy the idea of being fit rather than striving to be a size zero.
Having been in the UK and Europe a few times in the last few years, I know that they are much more health conscious then we are. South Africans LOVE food. It’s like some post-apartheid rite of passage. So on most occasions my trips abroad always left me feeling like what’s all the fuss about?
However, with my recent health issues, I know the importance of living a healthy lifestyle. But again, does healthy mean super-skinny? For most people, the answer would be yes. Although, I do notice a changing trend (however small a trend that may be). I for one will no longer be subscribing to an impossible ideal. I want to be fit, but I don’t want to be miserable for my entire life or kill myself doing it.
I want to be more content in my shell. And I’ve come to believe that at the end of it all, it wouldn’t matter because Mr. Right and I are going to have a lot of fun, no matter what we look like. I've discussed aspects of this once before and in many ways, it seems like this particular issue is coming full circle and the fat lady sings once again.
But in the back of my mind, I'm still quite befuddled by it all. I mean, there's obviously some pay-off for looking like a rake. What's with the skinny obsession? And is this really the male ideal?