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Why I Prefer to be Thin
“Vanity,” is hardly the half of it.
Note: The following is my opinion and that’s all it is so please think before you snarl.
I recently read a story from a writer who I admire on this platform. In a nutshell, the topic was about body-positivity for women who aren’t replicants of what a woman should look like, according to Madison Avenue and the media. In other words, “young, beautiful…and thin.”
In turn, the writer was eviscerated with comments by women who gave her a heaping helping of shit for “shaming” thin women. Several of the comments were especially nasty. For myself, I thought the story was funny so I complimented it.
In retrospect, I don’t know. Maybe she could have taken a step back and chosen her words more carefully. I am hardly one to talk as when I have a bug up my butt, and something to say, I let it out. If you read me on a regular basis, you know what I’m talking about.
I’ve been heavy and I’ve been thin. I’ll take “thin” any day of the week and here’s why: At a certain point, fat is not healthy.
Let me repeat: At a certain point.
In my fifties, I packed on a lot of post-menopausal weight. Factor that with the reality that I was never very good at controlling my portion sizes and you have the perfect recipe for…
