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Journal
Entry September 17, 2003 Okay, I’m dieting and so arguments about the
culture that we live in right now always come to the front of my thoughts. Actually, to be honest, this is a thought that started right
before I went to bed last night. Unfortunately,
I feel asleep in the middle of the thought, but, thankfully, when I woke up, the
thought resumed right where I left up before I feel asleep. I have a theory that formed the last time I
dieted. The realization came to me
while I was in a Marketing class and was examining commercials.
I realized, at that time, that two of the biggest advertisers, were fast
food and dieting companies. At
first, that seemed somewhat of a paradox to me until I gave it some thought and
came up with this theory. I think,
and, of course, this is just my opinion, that fast food companies and dieting
companies are in cahoots. Think
about it, it’s a “I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine” scenario.
Slim Fast calls Pizza Hut and said, “Hey, Mr. Pizza Hut, I tell you
what. Why don’t you flash one of
those torturous commercials where you show an inhumanely close shot of your
yummy pizza and get everyone all good and hungry.
Then, they’ll eat the pizza, gain weight, and then (ah ha!), I can step
in with our lose weight fast dieting program.”
Does this cycle sound familiar to you?
Isn’t this what happens to us? We
get all good and hungry and eat that pizza, only to feel guilty afterward and
starve ourselves for the next two meals? How
many times have you swung by McDonald’s for lunch and then Wal-Mart afterwards
to pick up some slim fast bars or the latest diet pill craze? I always thought I just had weak willpower while all the
time, it was simply a cunning advertisement plan!
We’re falling right into their trip!
Brilliant! I guess at this point, I need to add another
player to this scenario as well: the fashion industry.
You see, the diet companies wouldn’t have too much of a leg to stand on
if you didn’t have to be nearly non-existent to wear the clothes nowadays.
I walked into a store yesterday, and they had a whole rack of shirts that
were so small, I was thinking, maybe, just maybe, I could fit one arm into it.
I looked at the tag, thinking, surely this has to be an extra extra extra
small, and do you know what the size said?
Large? I’m like, a large
in what? Housecats?
I would suffocate if I attempted to put on that thing!
Surely, it would be less painful and a whole lot cheaper to go to
Wal-Mart, buy a bottle of paint, and paint a shirt onto my chest.
So, there you go. Eat pizza
and then try to go shopping. Of
course, nothing fits since we all have bones and cannot magically contract to
squeeze into these clothes. Of
course, as girls, we don’t realize that.
Our first reaction is, oh my gosh, I’m fat!
And of to buy a box of Stacker 2 we go. Perhaps it would be beneficial if I pause for a
moment and explain how this relates to my own life.
At this very moment, I am 135lbs on the dot, and don’t think of myself
as overweight. However, the world
does. I recently went to buy some
new clothes for college and literally, and I am not exaggerating here, went
through two entire malls shopping through all those “cool” stores, you know
the ones that have fashionable clothes at ridiculously high prices like
Abercrombie and Fitch, and was not able to find a single shirt that fit me. I was trying on XL sizes too.
Thank heavens for Target and Sears, the only stores that have cute
clothes that actually fit “overweight” girls and don’t look like something
seventy year old women would try to borrow. Here’s a relationship that can be proved statically, Fast food
companies are getting bigger and so are Americans.
Don’t understand math, look around you.
You’ll see this trend. So
why are clothes getting smaller?
Then people think it’s horrible when girls develop eating disorders.
Come on! You have to almost
be bones to fit into these clothes! This
is terrible! Not only that, it’s
not fair. Really.
I don’t mean to take on a child-like tantrum and scream, with my arms
folded across my chest, that’s not fair!
But it’s not. I used to
weight 176lbs. The only clothes I
could wear were the same ones my mother wore.
Not saying that my mother had bad fashion sense, but what teenager wants
to shop in the same section as their mother.
Therefore, one of the main motivations for losing weight was, and still
is, the desire to wear fashionable clothes.
Overweight, and by overweight, I’m including myself at the hefty weight
of 135lbs, girls deserve to wear fashionable and cute clothes.
That’s our basic right as a girl.
We’re not all walking sticks, we’re curvy, healthy and beautiful and
deserve to weight clothes that flatter us.
We need to band together and storm the fashion industry.
We’ll call ourselves, CBGFFCC, Curvy and beautiful girls for
fashionable and cute clothes. If
there are enough of us, they won’t be able to ignore us.
Come on girls, let fight for our right to eat good food, be healthy and
still wear cute clothes!
© EXCEL
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