A la my recent post on the masculinization of the ideal female body, people seem to think I’m advocating that whole paleo muscled, shredded woman as beautiful.
I do think it’s sexy. It’s why I worked so hard to achieve it.
But I think it’s overdone. Strong does not = healthy. Strong = strong. Sated and energized and fertile = healthy. This often means fat. Fat in your chest, fat on your thighs, fat on your hips, maybe some fat on your abdomen.
Deal with it.
I refuse to hate my thighs. You know– that’s why I had to get so skinny. I couldn’t get that damn fat off of my thighs. Fuck it. I’m tired of hating my body for something that I did to it, and I’m tired of counseling women as thin as I am on how to stop obsessing over food when the most obvious answer is to eat more. Yes, I think of course that disordered eating is still a problem. I think emotional relationships with food occur at all weight levels. I will always help and love you within the paradigm of your mindset and your goals. Unconditionally. But when your health is at stake, please please please please please consider all of the options. Including this one: embrace fat. Double zeroes are not ideal. Threes are even not ideal. What’s ideal is your body and comfort. That I am certain is sexiest thing of all.