a little meat on these bones, if you please...
October 16, 2007
I just read an article about a study that confirms the fact that men like good-looking women.
Errmm…no shit?
I know that when *I* am on the prowl, I will be most likely to drool over the tall, clean-cut, quietly handsome dude in the corner rather than the unshaven, pot-bellied motherfucker at the bar loudly proclaiming to his buddies that that stripper who gave him a lap dance earlier at the titty bar “really liked” him.
But does this mean that today’s standard of beauty is static and universal? I honestly don’t think so. I mean, different guys have different views on what is attractive to them. Just like women do when they size up dudes.
But have you ever noticed how women are all starting to look the same?
I’m serious…you get a group of women together, and a good 85% of them have that porn star bleached blond hair or skunky highlights cut in exactly identical layered poufs, fake n’ bake tans, ugly brand name clothes, and so much eye makeup on that they look like raccoons.
It kills me to see this, it really does. It’s what you see in magazines like Seventeen, Marie Claire, and Cosmo…the pretty girl trying to outdo all the other pretty girls and fit into the mold of what society deems is acceptable.
Men get to be total slobs. They get to go out in public, unshaven and looking and smelling as though they just rolled out of bed and into a cologne bath…and nobody so much as bats an eye. Nobody talks badly about the guy with a giant coffee stain on his t-shirt and wrinkles in his blue jeans with oily hair and a goatee that looks like someone glued pubes to his face.
Men don’t have to shave their legs or any other parts of their bodies, really. And this is socially acceptable in this world we live in where, apparently, everyone wants women to look prepubescent and be stick-thin with huge boobs.
I’m tired of hearing people talk about how we should love ourselves, embrace our individuality and not care what other people think about us…and yet, here the majority of us are, buying clothes we can’t afford, wearing shoes that kill our feet, piling layers of toxic cosmetics on our faces, injecting poison into our bodies to get rid of wrinkles, and starving ourselves just so that we can be “individuals” and adhere to the same pile of steaming crap we claim to be so disgusted with.
Yes, big surprise…men like attractive women. I’m not debating this. Someone paid scientists money to study this? Are they fucking retarded?
What makes me so sick is seeing women who are classified as “normal” in terms of weight and appearance starving themselves and putting their bodies through ridiculous rituals and contortions in order to meet some imaginary standard of perfection.
You know why?
I used to be extremely heavy. I weighed over 300 pounds at one point. I gained weight after my father passed away. I was depressed. I was lost inside myself and my pain. I honestly didn’t care what I looked like. I didn’t care about much of anything.
I’ve lost a lot of weight over the last couple of years, and I’m still not at my “ideal” weight…but I’m happy when I look in the mirror and see what I perceive to be a normal, strong, healthy body.
I lost my weight by getting off my fat ass, exercising, changing my diet and improving my outlook on life. I lost weight, but I gained a positive attitude…and I know that there are more important things to worry about than whether I fit into a size 4 pair of jeans or not.
I’m a proud girl. I’m funny and smart…I can bench press 200 pounds. I can do push-ups without getting winded. I can run a whole mile without stopping to rest.
I can keep a guy interested in me without donning hot pants and fuck-me heels or burning my scalp off with copious amounts of peroxide and ammonia.
I’ve got wit, brains, and a cute smile.
I’m just under six feet tall, and I come from German/Irish stock, complete with large bones. I will NEVER be a size 4, no matter how much weight I lose. I KNOW this. And I am FINE with this.
I’ve actually been told by a lot of guys that sex is better with a meatier chick because they don’t have to worry about hurting her. I agree. This is especially true for big/tall guys…which are the kind of guys I like.
And while I know some very sexy skitches (skinny bitches), I wouldn’t trade my body for small bones and 2% body fat any day of the week.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m kinda cold, and there is an issue of Cosmopolitan in my bathroom that will have no trouble giving off some good hot heat once I light it on fire.
