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Originally Posted by SparklingWaves
I can tell you that "normal looking curvy white chicks" were dumped by white young guys, because they were considered fat. They WERE NORMAL. Ugh! In fact, I thought they were adorable dolls.
My own nephews are highly conscious of body fat on their girl friends. They don't want any fat, but they want boobs. ??? One stated that he would like his girlfriend to look exactly like one of those animated characters in a computer game or a Playmate. I gave him a talk, but it doesn't do any good. They want perfection. They pick their poor girlfriends apart behind their backs.
I hear things --"I try to walk her." "I take food away from her at restaurants." I said, "She isn't a dog. She is a healthy girl. What is wrong with you? Do you think you are perfection? Leave that girl alone and love her for what she is."
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Originally Posted by pumpkincat210
What's wrong with a white chick being skinny? I'm skinny, i'm white and i like being that way. I have weighed alot before and it just wasn't me. The fat slowed me down considerably and was hard on my knees. I feel good about myself now and I am not having health problems, however my inlaws tell me i'm too skinny (and they are both overweight). Weight becomes a problem when you your immune system is weakened because you are malnourished. signs of this are fainting, dizziness and being tired.
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ITA. There's a tremendous difference between losing weight to be healthier and losing to conform to societal aesthetics. Pumpkincat (cute name, BTW!) it sounds like you're in a good place with yourself. You're at a healthy weight, physically and emotionally, and, if you are genetically inclined toward being thin, you probably aren't starving yourself to maintain your figure.
The trouble is, not everyone is built to be thin. Sometimes there are ethnic differences; African-American and Latina women, on the average, have higher BMIs than Caucasian and Asian women. I'm white but I have a very sturdy build---descended from a long line of European farmers and peasants, I guess! My wrists are large, my ankles are thick, and I have so much musculature on my lower body that I sink rather than swim. I so regret how I hated my body when I was in my twenties. Okay, so I was built like an athlete instead of a model---what's wrong with that? I wasted my teens and twenties feeling "fat". I wore a size eight, sometimes a six, and I felt inadequate because I didn't wear a four. Now, in my forties and a size sixteen, sometimes I give up because I know I'll never be a four, I never want to be a four, I'm not meant to be a four---but in our culture, size twelve, which is good for me, is considered "fat". Then again, some people consider a size four to be "fat", too.
SparklingWaves, I went through the same kind of crap in my teens and twenties that your nephews' girlfriends are putting up with now. I remember a guy telling me when I was a size eight that I was getting fat. What a jerk!
I thought men might change as they matured but, unfortunately, I was wrong. I was divorced in my early forties---nice face, nice skin, took care of myself, but overweight because that was a way to deal with life stress. It was a maladaptive way, but I needed some way to try to cope with the end of my marriage and the process of trying to start live over as a single mom. I didn't think much about dating until I'd lost some weight---got to be a size twelve---and men started paying attention to me. (Interestingly, I lived in an area that wasn't exactly racially diverse but I did get a lot of attention from African-American men---and I've got a sorry flat butt, LOL!) When I began dating, I expected men to have grown past expecting a woman to be physically perfect---after all, middle aged women are perfectly willing to overlook beer bellies, leathery skin and receding hairlines to see the real man inside.
I joined an online dating service---interesting experience to say the least but I digress. One man I met---his face literally fell when his gaze went from my face to my body. I was a size twelve---proportionate for my height and body build---but obviously too fat for him. Another man said he "could not stand" fat people so I asked him to define "fat". To me, "fat" is overweight to the point of potentially damaging one's health or not being able to do certain things because of one's weight. To these guys I met online, "fat" meant anything over a size six.
Fortunately, I did meet---and marry---a man who was emotionally mature enough to look behind the size labels in my clothes to see who I really am. I've also worked hard on my two sons to help them to realize that there is no one standard of beauty and that they should look at the inside as well as the outside in deciding whom they want to date.
And I am working on losing some weight---not solely for aesthetics but mostly for health---and I am doing it from the perspective of loving my body (flat white booty and all!) rather than loathing it as I have for so much of my life.