"The average woman worries about her body every 15 minutes"
"...more frequently than men think about sex." So says Times Online, citing a British magazine's survey of 5,000 women. Note: "...29 per cent worry about their size and shape every waking minute." (No word on study design or selection criteria, though. Too bad!)
Wait, sorry, no: it's ankles. Ankles are okay.
(Sigh.)
Of those questioned in the poll, nine out of ten said that they dieted, with 41 per cent saying they were constantly on a diet. Half admitted to lying about their weight, and almost a third cut size labels out of clothes, the research revealed.And which body parts fared well? Brains, right?
The least popular parts of their bodies are thighs, hated by 87 per cent of those questioned, and waists, disliked by 79 per cent.
More than half of those questioned were also disappointed by their breasts, feet, face, neck, hands and fingers, teeth, hair, chunky arms and legs and “muffin tops” — podgy rolls sticking out over their waistband.
Wait, sorry, no: it's ankles. Ankles are okay.
(Sigh.)
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"self-conscious" is a phrase I've been teaching my student.
If I thought about sex every fifteen minutes, I'd fall over from frustration and exhaustion.
What do I think about every fifteen minutes? Maybe how fucked it is being bipolar because people assume that I lack intelligence and am just a parasite. (Until they learn that I also have a congenital heart condition, asthma, and diabetes. Then they just want to push me in a wheelchair and have me stay at home.)
But that is what I think about most. How wasted my life is. It doesn't matter how I look: it matters how much time unafflicted people give me, how they value my opinion, whether they invite me to do things with them. The isolation is my leading topic for reflection.
that'd be about right ... if the rest of my body would live up to my ankles and wrists it'd be just fine!
You know, I felt oddly well-adjusted reading this. While I do fall in with the lot who aren't crazy about their thighs, I like my waist. No "muffin-tops" here either; my fat gathers on my back end instead. Now, what to do about that butt? Oh, right. Continue hiking.
Hey, I think my shoulders are pretty cool....don't pay too much attention to my ankles although I have calves of steel and while we are discussing it I don't have flabby arms,either! A nice side-effect of nursing.
Everything else is eight inches too low..
Speaking about women worrying about body parts, my sympathy goes out to a tailor I once met. He was adjusting my uniforms, we struck up a conversation. I asked if he made women's clothing because my wife is rarely happy with clothes. He said NO (about that loud). He then launched into a speach about how he used to but, it was just too frustrating. He told me there is no 'standard' woman. Each one is a whole different geometry. There are no shortcuts.
Thank God I can wear most off the shelf guy clothes. Thank God there is Scoresby to calm my nerves after shopping with the Missus. And thank God I am not a tailor.
Lastly, thanks for an interesting blog, I just had to see what a shrinkette was.
I notice that one brand of men's jeans is marketed as "anti-fit". I can't wait for the day when it will be considered ok for women to wear anti-fit clothes.
I must not be average . . .I'm pretty happy with my body (I like my back best . . .). ;o) Oh, and my brain is a work in progress!
Wait... I think of women's bodies every 15 minutes too!
Flea
Hmmm...I don't like my ankles!! Ok...not exactly true, I like one ankle...the other one I fractured ice skating a long time ago...it still doesn't llok right to me. I did tatoo over the scar though...makes it a little more interesting. ;)
LMAO to Flea- now that brings up a really good question- is it possible that men think about women's bodies more often than even women do and probably in a more positive light??? LOLOL
My muffin top makes a great table for plates of food and glasses of wine. Love it.
Just found your blog. Very nice! Blogrolling you.
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