One third of girls Grades Nine to Twelve think they're too fat and not pretty enough.
From this article I was reading, expert Toronto psychiatrist and broadcaster Dr. Irvine Wolkoff says "The phenomenon is hateful, up until the mid-sixties women were full-figured. It all started with Twiggy, whose "concentration camp prettiness" was initially greeted with horror. But somehow, that became the model of modern feminine beauty. Twiggy's success, plus the fact that all clothing looks good on really skinny women has given us two generations whose ideal of feminine beauty is based on skinniness, but bony, boyish women do not constitute normal ideals of feminine beauty."
I know I'll never be a size 2...but I'm working hard at losing the excess weight I've been carrying for too many years and it's a battle every day. So it's difficult for me to understand the mindset of someone who stands in front of a mirror, emaciated, starving themselves, sticking their fingers down their throats to make themselves vomit up any miniscule amount of food they've ingested and still think they're fat.
I just don't get it...
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Just 5 more minutes Mom...
My friend Kjeld is staying with us while he's working in town - he's going home for the weekend, but having him here has been a reminder of what it was like to be married...
And frankly, it's reminded me again of why I enjoy being single!!
I love him to pieces, don't get me wrong...but I'm used to my space, of not having to answer to anyone and not having to bust my hump for someone else other than me & my mini-me.
This morning he got up & had his shower before I did - that wasn't the problem - it was the 2 minute reminders that it was time to get up that started to get to me...lol
So after about the 5th reminder I grunted at him from under the covers..."just 5 more minutes Mom!". Now, that didn't stop him from buggin' me to get up...but it sure made him giggle.
And frankly, it's reminded me again of why I enjoy being single!!
I love him to pieces, don't get me wrong...but I'm used to my space, of not having to answer to anyone and not having to bust my hump for someone else other than me & my mini-me.
This morning he got up & had his shower before I did - that wasn't the problem - it was the 2 minute reminders that it was time to get up that started to get to me...lol
So after about the 5th reminder I grunted at him from under the covers..."just 5 more minutes Mom!". Now, that didn't stop him from buggin' me to get up...but it sure made him giggle.
Monday, October 16, 2006
To my favourite teenage refugee
I wish you could see yourself through the eyes that those of us who care about you do.
You are beautiful, intelligent, talented and creative.
You bring joy and light to the lives of many people and your capacity for caring is limitless.
Little children delight in your presence and the adults around you are amazed by your resilience.
We love you!
You are beautiful, intelligent, talented and creative.
You bring joy and light to the lives of many people and your capacity for caring is limitless.
Little children delight in your presence and the adults around you are amazed by your resilience.
We love you!
Monday, October 09, 2006
Learned skills
On a friend's blog, a new mom wonders when to introduce things, like utensils, to her small guy...
This got me thinking of my mini-me and a picture I knew I had somewhere...
This got me thinking of my mini-me and a picture I knew I had somewhere...
Eating is HARD work for a little fella!
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Snippy
Sometimes I can be a little snippy...
No really...
I *hate* that tone I know I get...I get defensive when my feelings have been hurt and I tend to lash out at the ones I love the most. They certainly don't deserve my ire, and more often than not, are not the root cause of my 'tude...
Hell, it doesn't really matter what he could have said to me tonight, I'd probably have been pissy with him anyhow.
I'm sorry Daddy. :(
No really...
I *hate* that tone I know I get...I get defensive when my feelings have been hurt and I tend to lash out at the ones I love the most. They certainly don't deserve my ire, and more often than not, are not the root cause of my 'tude...
Hell, it doesn't really matter what he could have said to me tonight, I'd probably have been pissy with him anyhow.
I'm sorry Daddy. :(
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