I just read this article – Feeling bad about your weight is making you fat – on Jezebel and this paragraph leapt out at me:
Almost every woman I know has their moment looking at something in pop culture and thinking “Holy shit! I’m a land whale!” A coworker noted that when she was growing up, beer commercials and sex comedies always featured women wearing high-cut swimsuits that showed off the hips. Another coworker recalls looking at Kate Moss and feeling conflicted over the fact that she thought Moss, in all of her heroin chic glory, looked amazing. When the British press characterized Baby Spice as the “chubby” one. The Britney Spears/Christina Aguilera/Mandy Moore/Jessica Simpson bonerwars of the nineties.
I was thinking about that just the other day. I’m pretty sure it was when I read (in Jackie? I think it must have been) that your legs are only supposed to touch at two points (your knees and calves, I assume), that there should be a gap between your thighs (I’m fairly sure there was also a diagram, just in case you didn’t quite get it). There was no gap between my thighs. That photo of me was taken in 1986. I kept the t-shirt on all holiday, because I thought I was fat. Looking at it now, it makes me sad. And not just because the t-shirt is so hideous.
Do we really all have these moments? What was yours?