Monday, 10 November 2014

Fat.

In the last few days, I was called fat. Which I am most definitely am not.
A Primark Mannequin spotted in Primark over the Summer.

I may occasionally grow out of clothes, split my jeans through wear and tear and find that I need the next size up in clothes but I am most definitely not fat.

But it got me thinking, if the world is making the judgement on me, what are they thinking about other people? And more importantly if I'm being called fat, what is it that this person believes is the 'perfect size'?

Is it the mannequins that Primark had? Or the other highstreet retailers who are picking tiny models for their advertisments?

How can we expect the world to be a positive place, in which we are all comfortable in our bodies when we are forever having to live up to the unrealistic expectations that society seems to have? How will our daughters feel when they fall short of the unobtainable goal?

I myself am happy, I may have bad days but all in all I am how I am and that's fine for me. I've developed a fairly tough skin over the years and so can let these comments go but I wonder whether there are people out there who would hold onto that one word said to them all day.

Fat.

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