Mixed Up

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This evening, my family and I went to the snackbar for dinner. Ugh. It's an outdoor take-out type place, where they serve all greasy fried food. There is literally nothing on the menu that is healthy. I thought we were going to have corn on the cob and grilled chicken for dinner! I guess when mom gets back from the library at 5pm and still hasn't had time to go over to the farm stand for corn and the chicken is still in the freezer, that option goes out the window, and the quick fix is put in it's place. So I had a burger without the bun, because I can't have bread due to my gluten allergy. My only saving grace. Well, I guess my second saving grace. My first saving grace is that I hadn't anything except a small bowl of Rice Chex cereal in the morning, and a few pieces of Rice Chex in the afternoon, so I was starving. It made eating the burger a little less heartbreaking. And I wasn't nearly as bloated and full-feeling as I thought I would be when I got home. I guess not eating the bun makes a huge difference! Still, pissed that I had to eat it.

It is not even so much the burger itself, it's the unpreparedness of the burger. If I know in advance that I will be faced with a burger for dinner, I can deal. However, I learned of my meal of doom 20 minutes before said doom was to commence, and that is something I have a very hard time dealing with. Don't they know I need a 24 hour advance notice of things like this?? Obviously not. Apparently tomorrow is corn and grilled chicken. You can bet your skinny butts I will pull out the chicken to defrost first thing tomorrow morning, and if need be I will drive over to the farm stand myself to get some corn. Tonight's burger will not happen tomorrow night!

My mom was reading People magazine last night, and showed me a picture of Crystal Renn in a bathing suit. She says, with this amazed look on her face "And THIS girl is considered PLUS size!", like I am supposed to be in shock, too. I wanted to say "Yeah. She is. She's a size 10. What do you want me to say?" But I knew that wouldn't win me any dates or anything, so I just said "Mmmhmm", as though I was totally uninterested. But seriously Mom, you're a size 6. You point out women to me all the time who are "too big to be wearing that" and "need to lose some weight". Most of these women are about the same size as Miss Crystal Renn. She does this for my benefit, I think. She must think to herself, Maybe if I show this to Sottile and tell her how great this girl looks, she won't ever try to starve herself again. Tough luck, Mom. Get a new hobby.

I really do love my mom. She just really gets on my nerves sometimes, and it usually has to do with body image. And not when she is critiquing other women's bodies who are too big. It's when she is critiquing women's bodies who she thinks are too thin. Because I NEVER agree with her, but it's not like I could ever tell her that. The women she thinks are too skinny are the women I emulate. OH WAIT! But get this. So in the same issue of People is an interview with Angelina Jolie. We all know how waif thin she is. So my mom says, "I want to see this movie, Salt. I love Angelina. I think she is just so beautiful. If I could choose to look like anyone, I would choose to look just like her."

So.... can you tell me what I am supposed to think here, Mom? Because you're sending me mixed messages.

Love you, Skinnies!

~Sottile