I first used this essay back in 2011, and in light of the things I’ve been posting lately I thought I’d run it by you again.
As Popeye said – “I yam what I yam,” and I’ve tried to live by that since the time years ago I cut out and saved an article from Real Simple magazine, and I can’t find the date on it, about Finnish women who, on the whole, rarely if ever agonize over their body image. They are what they are. The article, by now Associate Professor of Writing at the New School, Elizabeth Kendall, was titled The Naked Truth.
Truth be told, not many of us are happy with our naked bodies. Oh, I’d like to be many, many pounds lighter, but my body likes the “set point” I’ve been at for over a quarter of a century. Diets and I don’t get along too well.
So I dress as neatly and fashionably and comfortably as possible, and let it go at that. My sister and I were always great fans of “gut hiders”, those blouses and other tops that deemphasized our more-than-bountiful embonpoint. Loose is lovely, comfortable is lovely.
I yam what I yam, and, being diplomatic about it, I do suppose that most other women of a certain age feel the same way. But ladies, I do wish more of you well-endowed gals would give a bit more thought to how you dress. Don’t agonize over the body you have and how to change it. By this time, like me, you’ve got to live with it. Worry more about other things such as dressing that body presentably.
First of all, if the clothes go around you that does not mean they fit. Spandex is, as they say, a privilege. Wearing any tight, knitted garments is for the very young and the very slim. You don’t want folks saying “Looks like she’s been melted and poured into it,” now do you?
O.k., that top is a size 16 and you’re a 14, but it’s a tank top and your upper arms are way past flabby. Why would ya? And just because something jazzy comes in a size you wear doesn’t mean you have to buy it.
I love to see a well-turned-out woman of any age or size. I must admit though, I do love to sightsee in places like Walmart. Talk about “why would ya?” You know the ones I mean. Some of those folks are a definite hoot. Nudge, nudge, wink wink. That one over there! You know the ones I mean.
(Well, maybe my halo is on too tight.)