Weight for it….

Weight is an interesting beast. It has the ability to really mess with one’s sense of self, often influences one’s opinion of others, and longitudinal studies have shown that with a lot of it comes a lot of purple (source: GrigioGirl).

I was a late bloomer with high metabolism so I was pretty thin throughout high school and for several years after. To this day, I remember a couple of weight related comments made to me by strangers. “You’re so thin, you make me sick.” It is nice to have that much power over someone’s health. How does one respond to that? I opted for, “Thanks, I have cancer and it’s terminal.”  My other favorite was, while enjoying my time at a party full of underage drinkers (me included) and sporting some of my favorite dance moves (unfortunately I had not yet trademarked the hobot), a brother came up to me and said, “Girl, you ain’t got no booty or sunshine.” He was right, but he really jacked my moment. When you’re wearing an A cup bra and have a tortilla ass, you already know your situation – having others tell you doesn’t help.

Fast forward a few years later and I find myself surrounded by beautiful women and men who are constantly consumed by their weight. The other day a friend was mentioning she had lost 19.5 pounds over the last month and only had .5 to go to get to her goal: 120 pounds. “120 pounds, wow,” I commented, “I haven’t weighed 120 since I lied about it on my driver license.”

There are a lot of things we lose in life that we never find again. Examples include socks, earrings, money, virginity,friends, loved ones and patience. Weight, however, is something most of us find again and, like so many things we’ve lost and found, we usually find it in those hard-to-reach, never would have thought to look  places; like our backs or our knees. In many cases, we end up with more than we had before – which is typically preferred in every situation but body weight. And, yes, we can have Botox and lipo, but that stuff is just not for me (but don’t let this keep you from inviting me to the Botox parties, OregganO and I love the cheese and wine). Personally, I would much rather be old and well-grooved than new and improved.

So, as I lift my glass and appreciate the softness of my cushiony ass, I’d like to make a toast (with loads of butter and cinnamon sugar), “Embrace life and dessert now – sunshine, booty or tortilla ass, enjoy your wobbly bits and little tits or big tits with wobbly bits – life continues on, no matter your size, so stop weighting for it!”