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This whole weight thing gets me so mad. First of all, girls, let's admit that guys have a screwy sense of what women really weigh----and it is our fault. Does anyone put their real weight on their driver's license? Does anyone really let their man see them on the scale? Most of us knock 10-20 lbs off our real weight for whatever reason. I did it when I wore a size 4!!!!!! I just laugh when I read the "Playmate Data Sheets" in Playboy. Like this month's girl, for instance. She CLAIMS to be 5'9 and 125 lbs. I can tell you, she hasn't seen 125 in so long she can't remember what it looks like. Her boobs weigh 125 lbs alone. I am only 5'8, and in college I was REALLY skinny----I wore a size 4 (sometimes a 2 at the Gap depending on the style) and I weighed 132!!!!!!!!!! I had no tits or ass at all, was rather boy-shaped, but I had to because I was modeling. Anyone who saw this girl on the Fox special can attest to the fact that she was FAR from the thinnest girl in the competition. My honest assessment of her weight would be close to 150. Anyway, my point is I think guys sometimes seem to us to have really tight standards when it comes to weight, but weight doesn't tell the story at all. Clothing size is a better indicator of general body type, but even that is far from perfect science since we all know that the same jeans you get at Abercrombie in an 8 you have to get in a 10 or 12 at Old Navy and maybe even a 6 somewhere else.
I have two kids and I'm not in my twenties anymore, but I look pretty damn good. I admit, I am too vain to let myself get big but I also admit that I will never starve myself into a size 4 again. Being taller helps.....I would probably have to hit 180 or more before I would ever have any kind of a gut (I'm long waisted) but I still have to be careful because I just love food. I refuse to give up something that is such a pleasure just because some guy might like his women twiggy. My husband would have a fit if I lost my curves....he's a boob man and an ass man, and he hates that beanpole look. But then again he also likes the fact that I can wear a short skirt to show off my legs and wear sleeveless tops,etc. I have to give him credit.....he is a bigger guy and could very easily get fat if he let himself go. He watches and really makes an effort not to overeat because he wants to stay looking good for me. Most guys sit there and stuff their faces without a second thought about the love handles spilling over their pants, while insisting that their woman eat dry lettuce so she can still fit into that size 6.
Anyone notice that little skinny guys tend to gravitate towards bigger women, while the big caveman guys are the ones who have to have the tiny petite bony little things? (I have noticed and other women I have talked to have noticed that skinny guys are often VERY well endowed, while the cavemen often aren't.....perhaps there is a correlation?)
Anyway, if it makes the big beautiful gals feel any better, everyone has something about their appearance that they feel holds them back or they'd like to change. I have known girls who were so skinny that they tried desperately to put on some weight and get some curves, and couldn't. Curly-haired gals want straight locks, while the straight-haired girls are out getting perms. Short girls long to be supermodel-tall, and tall girls wish they could be the petite cheerleader. We change our haircolors. We put in phony contacts. Nobody is ever totally pleased with themselves. I know that I had issues....I'm comfortable with myself now and am happy with what nature gave me, but when I was younger I used to agonize over every little thing. Even though I was tall and thin, I wanted bigger, better boobs. I am the exact opposite of the perky blonde that supposedly is every man's dream (I have since found out THAT one isn't true anyway!!) I thought that having dark hair and eyes and dark skin was a disadvantage, that I was too "exotic." I hated my "big" feet.....(size 10......never mind the fact that at my height, I'd tip over if I had teeny little feet.) You learn to get over it. You learn to love yourself, and you learn to accept the love that others try to give you.
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