you fucking step on it & it returns a number.
what information that number, alone, provides:
- how much mass your body contains.
what information that number, alone, does NOT provide:
- how much of that mass is from bone / muscle / fat.
- any description of your appearance
- whether you are underweight / normal / overweight / obese.
- how others should treat you
- how much you should be eating
& most importantly, it cannot decide if you are healthy or unhealthy.
what else that number needs to help it judge your health:
- your genetic sex
- your hormone levels
- your age
- your height
- your waist circumference
- your hip circumference
- your race
- your eating habits
- your activity level
- your sleep cycle
- your current medical state
let’s say all these factors end up in optimal ranges. you are physically at a “healthy weight.”
what information your “healthy weight” provides:
- your body is running efficiently & has low risk of developing future disease.
- you are practicing lifestyle habits as best you can to continue this low risk.
what information your “healthy weight” does NOT provide:
- your appearance.
SO LET’S ALL JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH THE WEIGHT-FEAR & THE FAT-FEAR & THE DIET-FEAR BECAUSE IN ALL FUCKING HONESTY YOUR WEIGHT IS JUST A NUMBER, YOUR FAT IS A BODY PART JUST LIKE YOUR FUCKING VAGINA, & IF YOU’D RATHER DROP DEAD LATER THAN SOONER, YOU BEST BE ON A DIET & WATCH WHAT YOU PUT IN YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH.
"ohh, you’re Vietnamese? you don’t look it at all! your eyes are big, & your nose is pointy, not flat. i thought, ‘wow, she’s so pretty! she must be Korean!’ i would never have guessed, i usually don’t give Vietnamese girls that much credit, but you really are beautiful. my daughter wasn’t born with eyes like yours, so we had to take her to Korea for double-eyelid surgery. you should get it done too, it will make your eyes look even better!
the not-old-quite-yet-but-getting-there Korean mom, who genuinely means no offense, but whose every compliment sounds like a double-sided insult.
i thanked her. & silently sent my sympathies to her daughter. & mentally cursed the korean pop media for glamorizing plastic surgery. & internally laughed at the ridiculous notion that 1 nationality be the beauty standard for all east asian girls, when in reality, they be just as ugly as the rest of us.
then i sat down & enjoyed every bite of those carbs.
i love watching them from behind when they dance.
even if they don’t really know how, or have no sense of beat.
it’s the way their long hair
moves when the rest of their body sways.
a few strands might stick to them from the sweat, but everything else is still free to fly.
& you know they’re asian by the particular style of layering. you know what i mean.
i would feel jealous, if i wasn’t too busy trying to catch my breath.
you girls make me forget what song is playing. ♥
"When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of his skin. You see only the essence of the person,not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via larmoyante)