There is too much pressure to be the image of perfection that is expected of women in the western society.
I am sorry, but I don’t have the time, patience, money or fucking genes to be able to have the body that you splash on your magazine covers, dress your models in and take pretty pictures of for flickr and tumblr.
My tummy sticks out at the bottom a bit, if I don’t sit up straight there are rolls, my bum is pretty sizeable, my thighs are not slender and firm but kind of curvy and would definitely wobble a little if I went for a run in short shorts, and yes- I have big ass Mediterranean hips. I am by no means obese, but I am not the body type that I see everywhere around me in images.
And yet, despite acceptance, despite this knowledge, there is the part inside me that is terrified of gaining even a kilo now that I’m living a student lifestyle with student funds (ie- none) again.
I find being a woman rather difficult, sometimes.
Just sayin’.
