Evil noodle! The daily fight Thin against Dick
Tomorrow I have a meeting. Must fit in the dress. It's after 6pm. Pasta?
Forget it. Little wine? Are you crazy? The belly will destroy the silhouette. Chocolate would be great. That's never going to happen. Three kilos have to go. Ice. Ice. Ice. Or cake. Friday? Friday is good, Saturday I can fast.
Of course I do not say that, you can not tell anyone, take noodles and I'm convinced: My brain hates me. The good: I'm not alone. The bad thing: I'm not alone. Because the question? Well, you look, have you gained weight? really no woman is happy.
The figure never as beautiful as drawn in the head
Dress sizes are our judges scale, the seismograph constantly in the critical area. Feeling good is as entertaining as happiness. And the figure never as beautiful as drawn in the head. ?Hello? Um. How then?, My fat self calms me occasionally. The western ideal of beauty has poured into our consciousness like a cement. Came to stay. Narrow hips, long limbs, concave belly. Thighs touching each other? Pah! A flabby butt?
Where are we going? In the profile no stroke, but fifth month? Well so what! "But you know so much," reminds the pummel-Ich: clothing sizes are pure chicane. Photoshop the best friend of all advertisers. And when I'm five pounds lighter, does the world change around me? Not. Nevertheless, we do not like XXL. "Still, the flat stomach just looks terrific on this phenomenally smooth body? and the legs! Nevertheless, we want to feel the hip bones? Roars the thin self. Until his opponent shows up. Hirnakrobatismus.
Are carbohydrates just evil?
What do I want now? Answers would be nice. Put me in the madness of the network and thus challenge world? Certainly not. I saw it through. Not for nothing is it called? Net ?: once inside, we are trapped. It is teeming with opportunities for public comparison. On Twitter or Instagram would my thin me for the hashtag? Thighgap? drape the legs so that there is a gap between the thighs. Or snake your arm around the back of your stomach and touch your (own!) Belly button with your forefinger if it's part of the? Bellybutton challenge? wants to be. Or for the? Collarbone Challenge? push the shoulders so far that an artfully draped row of coins can cuddle in the cow above the collarbone. Whatever works: lay on your back, stretch. The bikini bottoms is only on the protruding (haha) hip bone. The stuff in between? Of course, do not touch the stomach. Which belly at all? ? Bikini Bridge? is that then. If my thin self only wants to be a little bit inspired, Instagram will show me almost 400 000 photos of very, very, very thin women under #thinspo or #thinspiration. Actually, they are girls.
Everywhere I'm shot at with graces
We drift between 108 and 156 minutes a day on the internet. Social media users are about 1.8 hours on the network, the 16- to 24-year-olds even almost 2.7 hours. Sooner or later, you end up almost automatically on such a page. And then? Just look away? On Instagram about 60 photos are uploaded per second. On Facebook over 300 million per day. Now it's coming: Experts estimate that half of the pictures available on the net are body images. My thin self laughs limply. "Ack," it says and becomes subconscious, "I can not control you." In addition, we are shot at with graces on all channels (print, TV, radio - yes, even voices are thin!) And still think we have everything under control. Honestly, if we showed our men constantly and everywhere photos and videos of flashing homes, would they then after a while interested in cleanliness? Rather not. So why do we let ourselves be manipulated?
Shape, size, age? Totally dunk.
Counterattack: I could train my selves. Thoughtful, not physically natural. And every day a photo project like? Bare Reality? look at. British photographer Laura Dodsworth photographed a hundred women and their breasts in the same pose against the same background? a hodgepodge of normality and thus of individuality. Just as we are. Or the? Nu Project? the American photographer Matt Blum and Katy Kessler, who since 2005 portray naked women in their private environment. Unadorned. Just as we are. More than 250 women had the duo in front of the lens. Shape, size, age? Totally dunk.
Can I do everything, but: Attractiveness researchers know that beauty ideals always reflect the power relations of a society. So it's nice to look like the elite. Globally: western. For 14-year-old girls: like models. And for us? Still like models?
Yes, what is normal?
Down to earth formulated: The common ideal of beauty is not attainable for the normal woman. But this is normal according to the principles of attractiveness research. It is always considered beautiful, which is difficult to achieve. But that is only half the story. Although we do not want to be models, we still fight, we mortify ourselves, torture ourselves. And fail regularly.
Only 3.1 percent of German women have dress size 34 and smaller. The German average woman weighs with a height of 167 cm, according to Federal Statistical Office 68.4 kg. A short look at the circle of friends and acquaintances. Come on. But that does not mean that my environment and the average woman are satisfied with it: one does not eat at noon. The other goes to the sport for lunch. And then you eat nothing. Others have their own, I do not eat sugar, carbohydrates, wheat, breakfast, sweets, supper, fat. And of course there's the variant women: a week's worth is followed by a fasting week. Also gladly taken: do not eat six days, which is on common tabulists, on the seventh day is loading day. Then everything works. In addition to the anchored of the body-ego, we have even more in common: a life that is usually filled to the brim. The one juggles softly and for himself, the other loud and überpresents. With career, children. And just body war. Problem: The body is a direct reflection of victory or defeat. Personally and obviously. We also include others with you. This evening? I can not, must to sport. To eat out? Difficult, I'm doing grad? Clean Eating? or base fasting. In the end, the thin ego wants sport and no friends, while the fat one wants social contacts and food? If that is the answer, we need not be surprised at the many voices in our heads.
And why the whole thing? To be beautiful. For yourself, the partner, whoever. To please.
The long way of emancipation
Fortunately, the path of emancipation is no longer at step one. Of course, our body understanding has adapted. However, in a bigoted way contrary to the emancipatory thought. All that we have achieved makes us willing and opinionated, self-confident and free women. But unfortunately this does not mean dealing with one's own body. The number of women in parliaments has doubled since 1995. The? Traditional? But we have lost femininity somewhere. Congratulations. In addition, no stigma is as socially established and accepted as that against fat people. With thickness we associate laziness, indiscipline and will weakness. Things that have no place in the era of self-optimization. "Mean," grins the fat self. "In a nutshell ?, the thin bleats against it.
The thing with the chattering selves
We actually know that the approach to inner harmony lies in the world of self-perception. That it changes in the head and not on the hip, too. Even so, the fast-paced action miracle Ms. Even during those two sentences has already added up the calories of all the dishes of the next five years. And yes, that's schizophrenic. And what do we do with the chattering selves? Mute one? For female voices difficult. Maybe they just have to talk to each other. They understand each other. Sometime. Then we bathe them in sugar-sweet harmony soup and implement them as fused lumps. But where do you settle the new dream couple of complete unity then? Certainly not in the brain of a woman. A few more evolutionary steps maybe.
?Yes thank you. The noodles were great. And what about dessert?
