I have no clue…

Where this blog is going.  I just know that as a 35 year old male living in America where the women seem to have all been brainwashed by the media and corporate advertising, that I am sick and tired of seeing women wallow in self-loathing because they don’t have the body of a 13 year old.

Being married to an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman who has struggled her entire life with an eating disorder, I have many, many years of personal experience seeing how this social phenomenon of starving oneself to meet society’s “ideal” figure can wreck a woman physically, mentally, and emotionally.  I’ve spent the past 19 years trying to figure this out, and I’m still at a complete loss.

To me it’s quite simple.  Men like women (well, most of us do), women are supposed to have curves, men like curves, women should be happy with us liking their curves.  End of story.

However, just like everything in life, it’s not that easy, and quite complicated actually.  Where men are competitive with things like athletic ability, jobs, etc., women have become fascinated with competing silently with one another by their dress size.  This doesn’t seem to be something that was seen throughout history – it seems to be a fairly recent development.

I know I’m not spouting off anything new here; there have been countless stories and commentaries on this subject.  However, I’m not seeing any progress being made by the fairer sex.  It seems like almost every week there’s a beautiful, curvy woman coming out in People magazine proclaiming how much they love their curves and are comfortable with their bodies, just to come right back in three months in the same magazine with “hot new photos” showing off their new, slimmer figure.

This.  Does.  Not.  Compute.

And what message does that give to young girls reading it?  It tells them that being proud of your female figure is a lie and that you have to conform to a near unattainable ideal to be comfortable with your body doesn’t it?  I certainly would think so.

Let me be certain to clarify something though – I’m not promoting obesity or anything like that.  Obesity is a killer and an unhealthy way to live.  I’m just talking about being okay with a jean size above an 8.

For instance, let’s take a look at one of my favorite women in the world, tv chef Nigella Lawson.  She’s in my header above, but here’s the full photo.

That is one incredible looking woman in my opinion… and you’ll never see her in an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog – or even Victoria’s Secret for that matter.  If a woman looks at this picture, her immediate reaction is that Nigella is fat because she has actual breasts and hips.  A man would look at that and think simply, “Wow” along with some other things that aren’t appropriate to type here. (I’ll cover her more in a future post.)

Speaking of men, I’m also not naive enough to think that men have been completely innocent bystanders in this progression (or shall I say regression) of the female form… there are a few knuckle-dragging, mouth-breathing morons out there that think that their women should be 95 pounds, or perhaps be that weight with gigantic fake breasts to compensate for their extremely low body fat.

We’ve definitely played a role in this horrible situation we now find ourselves in, but I’m hoping that more men will start to be vocal about enjoying women how nature intended them, rather than a heroin-addicted waif.

Blech.  I don’t see how anyone can find that attractive, but to each their own I guess.

All I know is that I love curvy women and I hope that someday soon everyone will too.  I know a little blog on wordpress isn’t going to make a bit of difference, but at least I can feel like I’m trying.