A Fishy Tail
Not long ago I read this and found some comfort in it. I am on the whale side of this story and it cheered me up to read the analogy of how sad it would be to be a mermaid and all the good things about the whale. I was feeling rather low at the time and it helped.
A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was “This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?”
The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:
“Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great tenderness.
They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia.
They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.
Mermaids do not exist.
But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish?
They would have no sex life and could not bear children.
Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad.
And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?
Without a doubt, I’d rather be a whale.
At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends.
By: Delphine Fieberg
Truth be told though, I want to be a mermaid. I would love to be the one that gets a second glance at the gym and it be because I look good not like a joke. I want to go to the store and not be nauseous trying on clothes. Be able to just pull something off the rack, in the skinny section, and have it just slide right on! I would love to say my pant size is a single digit number. I want my husband to lust after me not just love me. I don’t want to feel ashamed to be naked in front of him. I want to feel sexy and actually look it too. That’s the truth of it! Is it healthy, no. I know all the “Be happy with your body” , “Like yourself” self-esteem, self-image therapy. I know it and try to do it, but it isn’t easy when you are looked down upon at the gym, when society tells you you’re wrong, the doctors tell you to loose weight, and you’re husband doesn’t look at you the same anymore.
I know skinny people have image issues as well, but I have been thinner and I have been heavier and it was much easier to be thinner. It’s easier to be a mermaid than a whale.
It seems I am not alone in it being “that” week. The day of my weigh-in I knew it wouldn’t be good. I felt fat and my rings weren’t budging on my fingers. It wasn’t a bad week. I made it to the gym and watched what I ate. I slept horribly though and could have/should have drank more water. That is a little crazy since water is all I drink. I do not like coffee or tea, never been a soda gal and juices are only occasionally had at breakfast. I did get a rare date night with hubby and had sushi and shared a dessert. Alas the scale was not my friend though.
This morning I pulled a pair of jeans out of the dryer and put them on. Usually I would say I pulled, shimmied, and forced them on. Not today. Right on up and no problem zipping and buttoning them on. RIGHT OUT OF THE DRYER! Plus I could breathe easily, walk, and bend down. As I was doing my hair and makeup I even caught myself tugging them up. I can’t say they were falling down or I need a smaller size, but it is a small victory that I am focusing on rather than on my blah feeling.
This week more water, more sleep.
No matter how slow you go, you are still lapping everyone still on the couch! Author Unknown