“You’re too skinny” – A few thoughts on skinny shaming

During my morning commute a few weeks ago, I was scrolling through my Twitter feed and came across this post about Giuliana Rancic.  It was about her acknowledging her skinny frame and responding to people critiquing her for it.

I almost decided not to write this because I figured a lot of people would think that I’m defending a famous person who doesn’t need defending and such. Based upon a lot of the Twitter comments I read in reply to that tweet, there is a lot of hatred. Many people not even bothering to read the article, saying horrible things about her and how she needs to eat and how she’s terrible and many accusing her of just trying to get attention and make herself seem like a victim, in light of the recent Zendaya scandal. I merely want to express my thoughts on this article and the things that it made me reflect on. I was also fearful of the backlash I might receive, as is often the case, from people saying that skinny shaming isn’t a real thing and that by saying it is I’m just perpetuating and diminishing fat shaming. That’s not what I’m trying to do either.

Regardless of what her reasons are for this article, I agree with a lot of what Giuliana has to say. She mentions that there were a lot of rumours and accusations about her having an eating disorder. She also states that if she actually did have an eating disorder, this would not be the appropriate way for people to address it. If someone is struggling with an eating disorder, do you think by shaming them and getting angry with them, that you’re making the situation any better? People going through these things need support, not hate. Growing up, I often dealt with accusations that I had an eating disorder. In high school, one girl tried spreading a rumour that I was anorexic. I never understood why she felt the need to do that. These accusations would often come from people who themselves had issues with their own bodies, but it also came from others. Family, friends, acquaintances, anybody I met. I’ve had people ask me if I was anorexic, while I was eating food in front of them. It didn’t make any sense. It was as if they were using the word as a synonym for thin, not realizing that it implied a serious eating disorder.

While I’ve never had an eating disorder myself, I know that it a serious issue that many people face and that a lot of people, famous or not, struggle with body image.  Celebrities like P!nk and Kelly Clarkson, have recently spoken out against body shaming. There are numerous campaigns promoting loving your body and being happy with yourself and not adhering to a certain image or ideal and that’s great.  But there is still a lot of hatred.  Whether it is fat shaming or skinny shaming, it is still wrong.

One of the reason’s that Giuliana’s situation struck a cord with me, is because there are health issues involved.  She has fought cancer and says that some of the medication she takes causes weight loss.  Many have chimed in saying that she was already skinny before the cancer, trying to push that aside so they can still direct shame at her.  Health issues are not something that healthy individuals often think about or consider when judging another person.  There are all sorts of illnesses and medications that can cause either weight gain or weight loss and there is no way that you could fully know another person’s situation simply by looking at them.  Imagine how awful it would be if you were dealing with a chronic illness and on top of that, you had to deal with people criticizing your weight, which is something that your illness has influenced.

I have dealt with health issues myself, and in turn dealt with people questioning me about my weight and my diet.  I remember one time someone said to me “You’re so skinny, I love how you can just eat whatever you want and not gain weight!”  Normally, I wouldn’t argue, but that time I mumbled something about how I couldn’t actually eat whatever I wanted.  She then asked me if I was really strict with my diet, assuming that it was something I chose simply to maintain a certain weight.  I told her that I actually have food sensitivities and there are certain things I can’t eat.  There’s a huge difference between choosing to cut something out of your diet because you want to lose weight and actually not being able to eat something because it physically wreaks havoc on your body.  It’s not like, oh, I can’t eat this because I might gain a few pounds, it’s I can’t eat this because I will physically suffer as a result.

Another time, I had a friend question my dining choices and tell me outright that I was too skinny.  That’s when I told her I was actually on a modified diet due to health reasons.  I know that there are some people who don’t have any health issues and just have a fast metabolism and good genes and everyone envies them.  People start being hateful because of it.  But in Giuliana’s case, there is more to it than that.  A lot of people wish they could eat whatever they wanted and not gain weight, but would you still want that if it meant you had cancer or some type of chronic illness?  I’m guessing not.

The health aspect of body shaming is the one that I feel really strongly about. But even if there is no serious underlying health issue involved, it is still something that should not be tolerated.  I have other thoughts on the subject and could probably devote an entire blog to skinny shaming or body shaming alone.  But I won’t.  But I will very likely post about it again in the future.

Things I definitely won’t be giving up for Lent

– Meat
– Carbs
– TV
– Facebook
– Twitter
– Blogging
– Texting
– Complaining
– Being sarcastic
– Procrastinating
– Overthinking
– Spending money
– Wasting time
– Making bad decisions

At least I know my limitations.

How I celebrate National Prime Rib Day

So if you have me on Twitter or Facebook, you’ll know that I sometimes update my status about various random national holidays.  Mostly food related ones.  Why?  Because I find them interesting and because I can.  There’s this great food blog that lists the national food days daily, as well as this website that has a list of the dates.  There are various other sources as well, but these two are the best.

Since I’ve been updating my status so much about these things, I thought, why not blog about them on occasion as well?  Because I find them interesting and because I can.  Why deprive my blog readers of knowing what national food holiday happens to be today and what I think of it and how I will acknowledge it?  That just doesn’t seem fair.  You have a right to know as well.

So today happens to be National Prime Rib Day.  It would be the perfect excuse to go out for a nice prime rib steak.  Not that you really need an excuse.  But I can’t really afford it, seeing as how I went and spent all my money on shoes.  So no prime rib for me.  Terribly sad, I know.

Prime rib with vegetables soup

But it’s okay.  There are ways around it.  I found a way that I can still celebrate National Prime Rib Day.  With Campbell’s Chunky soup.  The prime rib one.  Okay, so I’m not that poor that I need to eat soup every meal, but I think this is a nice way to compromise.  Besides, I like Campbell’s Chunky soup.  I feel like football player when I eat it.  Though I have to argue that it doesn’t exactly eat like a meal, as I can eat the whole can and still be hungry.  So really those commercials with the football players are false advertising.

But yes.  That’s how I’m celebrating.  Maybe I’ll go out for a prime rib steak dinner another time, after I’ve paid off my Visa bill for shoes that I bought.  Don’t get me wrong, I would never starve just so I could buy shoes.  I’m not one of those people.  I love food too much.  I just don’t need to eat fancy meals all the time.  I was going to say I’m a struggling student, but I’m not.  I’ve graduated.  Really I’m just a struggling person.  And not just financially speaking.  I tend to struggle with life in general.  But then, who doesn’t?

Soup that eats like a meal?

My thought process on the bus this morning

Do you ever arrive at a particular thought and then retrace how you got to it?  Cause I do that all the time.  And I think about the most random things while passing time riding the bus.  Here’s part of what my thought process was like this morning…

“I’m sitting on the bus.  It’s pretty empty today.  That’s good.  There could be a murderer on this bus and I wouldn’t know it, ready to take someone hostage.

That episode of Touch where he’s on the bus and that girl pulls a gun on him because she wants to kill that guy who killed her father and her brother.  But he stops her and she ends up in the hospital and she finds out her brother’s still alive.  And he needs a bone marrow transplant so she donates hers.  Lucky she found him, because he had no one else available who was a match.

That episode of American Dad where Haley needs a kidney transplant.  But then her dad might not really be her dad because her mom slept with another guy before the wedding so he might not be a match.  Her kidneys are failing because of too much drinking.  She was having drinks with her mom and her mom’s friend and her mom told her to sit the last one out but she drank it anyway because she didn’t want to be considered a light weight.

Some people remember every drink they had the night before and keep a list.  Like that guy on that episode of Dragons’ Den who developed that drink called last call that you take before you go to bed after a night of drinking so you don’t get a hangover.  He wrote a list of all the drinks he had the night before on his arm.  He had an actual flair bartender there helping him with his pitch.  It’s good to know people.

That episode of Beauty and the Geek where the geeks had to do flair bartending.  One guy had the accuracy and the technique down well, but the other guy was just more fun with it.  The guy who was more skilled got upset when he didn’t win.  But the other guy was funnier, and people would appreciate that more.

I would suck at flair bartending.  Or bartending in general.

There should be flair cashiering.  Why hasn’t anyone thought of that before?  You know, toss the stapler, spin around, twirl some pens.  I’m going to update my facebook status and tweet about that right now.

How did I end up thinking about this?  I’m going to retrace my thoughts.

(retracing thoughts)

Oh right, there could be a murderer on this bus.

I should blog about this tonight.”

I could totally do some flair cashiering by juggling these items during a transaction

I have a sore throat

I would like to apologize for the time lag between my posts as of late.  I let about a week go by without posting anything.  On here I mean.  I’m constantly posting on Facebook and Twitter, nothing can slow that down.  But I’ve neglected my blog a little and that’s unacceptable.  I remember a time not too long ago when I would write daily blog posts.  Now it’s more like weekly blog posts.  I fear at some point it will be monthly blog posts.  And then shortly after, the blog will just die.  Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.

In my defense, I’ve had a sore throat, so I haven’t felt like saying much.  And yes, I do realize that this should have no impact whatsoever on my ability to blog, as blogging does not require talking, only typing.  And I’m an excellent typist.  My throat is sore.  My fingers are fine.  I remember once my dad bought me this Mavis Beacon teaches typing thing.  No, that’s not what helped me.  That thing was bullshit, I hated it.  I think I acquired my superb typing speed from sending emails and typing on msn.  No, I don’t know how many words per minute I can type.  A lot?  I mean who actually sits with a stop watch and times themselves as they type?  Maybe I should do that…

I suppose the only way I’d be able to use a sore throat as an excuse for my lack of blogging would be if I used one of those voice activated program things to dictate what I want to say and then the program types it out for you.  But I don’t.  Or if I hired a stenographer for my blogs.  But I don’t do that either.  I just type them out.  And I don’t think out loud or say a word as I do.  So yeah.  The sore throat was not a valid excuse.  But it’s my blog.  So I don’t need a valid excuse.  I can use an invalid one if I feel like it.

But I suppose you could infer that if I ha a sore throat, I was probably a little sick, and therefore not feeling 100%.  Well technically I’m never feeling 100%, let’s be honest.  Does anyone actually ever feel 100%?  I’m usually 80% at best.  Okay, maybe 86%?  I’ll say that much, because in high school 86% was an A grade.  So yeah.  But right now I feel more like 70%.  I don’t know, I was never good at math.  The point is, I wasn’t feel that great, and therefore didn’t feel like blogging.  Because if I don’t feel good, how am I supposed to write a good blog post?  Well I guess I could just fake it and you wouldn’t know.  But I’d rather it be real.

So I guess I’ll start posting more frequently again.  Maybe.  We’ll see how it goes.  I’ll see how I’m feeling.  I could really use a manicure.  I always could, my nails are in terrible shape.  How do you suppose that would affect my typing?  Would that interfere with my ability to blog?  So many things can have an impact these days.  But as for my throat, I’ll take some Halls and hopefully it won’t be sore anymore.

My dream job

A few weeks ago when I came home, my mom tossed the Richmond Review newspaper to me and said “Here’s a job for you”.  I didn’t know what it was.  I thought maybe it would be some sort of joke thing, you never know with my mom.  But this is the article that she was referring to.

Of course I was intrigued, read the whole article and looked it up online and checked all the qualifications and instructions and deadline for submissions.  Tourism Richmond is hiring a food blogger to eat at various restaurants around Richmond and blog about it.  This is pretty much my dream job.  The only thing better would be if someone would pay me to blog about watching TV or riding public transit.

When I went to the online ad, it said they were looking for someone who was passionate about food and was constantly on Facebook and Twitter.  If those were the only requirements, I’d be a shoo-in for this.  But it looks like they might prefer candidates who already have their own established food blogs.  While my blog here isn’t solely dedicated to food, it seems like food is a topic that seems to come up pretty often.  I am passionate about food and it is one of my most popular blogging topics.

I update my Facebook and Twitter several times a day.  And everyday there is at least one status about food, usually more.  Either about food that I’ve bought, seen, eaten, or want to eat.  Or something witty about the various national food days.  For example, today happens to be National French Bread Day.  How do I know that?  I make it a point to keep up with all the national food holidays throughout the year.  My friend asked me if I have a food calendar.  I do not, but I would like one.  Do those exist?  If not, can I start making them?  I mean a calendar that lists the national food days, not a calendar made of food.  Although that sounds even more amazing.

I haven’t applied for this job yet.  They give you all of March to do so.  I don’t want to rush it.  From what I’ve seen, there’s A LOT of competition.  And a lot of them are total foodies who have well established food blogs and lots of followers and experience.  Experience with what?  I don’t know, writing?  Eating?  But I think I have a lot of experience writing and eating as well.  And I have a lot of experience living in Richmond, so I know areas and restaurants and history.

When thinking about applying, this is what I came up with for the reasons I should be the food blogger for Tourism Richmond.

1) I eat food.

2) I’m a blogger.

3) I live in Richmond.

You can’t argue with that logic, right?  Although some would say it’s a bit of a weak arguement, I suppose.  But it’s true.  Then again, a lot of people can probably relate to items 1-3.  I guess I shall have to come up with more than that.  What about the fact that I really want it and it’s my dream job?  No?  Not good enough?  Fine.  I’ll think of something better.

The perks of this job are insane.  I had to read it several times in order to believe that this was an actual position.  They pay $50,000 for a year of work.  They pay you to eat out at restaurants.  They provide you with housing.  They give you a gym membership to help you work off the calories from eating out everyday.  What more could you ask for?

Of course with an insane job, there will be insane competition.  If you check Facebook or Twitter or just Google 365 Days of Dining, you’ll see how much hype and interest there is in this.  Obviously.  But I won’t let that discourage me.  I’ll accept it as a challenge.  One thing they want is someone who’s “open-minded and willing to try new things”.  There’s a lot of food that I’ve tried, and a lot that I haven’t tried.  And I think that’s a good thing, because it would give a new perspective for some things.

I love blogging and I love food and it would be so great to be able to combine the two and get paid for it.  I wish there wasn’t only the one position.  But alas, that’s the way it is.  And whether or not I qualify for this, I will continue to blog about food and I will continue to constantly overuse Facebook and Twitter.  It would just be a whole lot better if I was getting paid to do so.

 

My phone fell in the toilet

My blackberry is currently on life support. I'm hoping it will pull through.

Yeah.  It finally happened.  Not that I was expecting it to happen.  At all.  It never even crossed my mind that such a thing would happen.  But it did.  And of course it would happen to me.  And I feel lost and hopeless without it and worried about what will happen next.

Everyone who knows me knows that I hate my phone.  But that I also depend on it and rely on it and may even love it sometimes.  It’s probably a very unhealthy relationship.  But that’s the way it is.  But I never wanted this to happen.  This can’t be how it ends.  That would be just be too devastating.

I made the unfortunate mistake of putting my blackberry in my sweater pocket.  My tiny sweater pocket, in which it barely fit, and part of it was left peaking out.  It should never have been in there.  It was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  It should have been in my bag at that moment, safe and sound.  And most importantly, dry.

When I heard it fall in I thought oh, crap!  No, not literally.  I suppose crap is a very unfortunate word choice given the circumstances.  But yeah.  I panicked.  I immediately took it out and then I didn’t know what to do.  I dried it off with paper towel and then just stared at it in despair.

I was told to remove the battery and then put it in rice for 3 days.  3 days?  I can’t go without my phone for 3 days!  That’s madness!  I was then told that maybe I didn’t have to wait 3 days.  I would have googled what to do, but alas, I couldn’t.  Because obviously the phone was unusable.  This happened first thing after work, so I had to wait an hour and a half commuting home before I could even do anything proactive about this.

Everyone who knows me also knows that I like to tweet and update my Facebook status.  All the time.  Especially when commuting.  It’s how I pass this time.  But not this time.  This time I had to go without.  I would have tweeted about what happened to my phone right after it happened, but that would have required use of the phone.  Not only did my phone undergo this accident, but I couldn’t even let people know about it.

To add insult to injury, I was surrounded by people on the Canada Line who were using their phones.  To text, to talk, to look up random stuff on the internet.  I think I went through withdrawal.  It was bad.  And then I wondered if we had rice at home.  I was pretty sure we did, but I thought maybe I should call my mom to check and make sure.  And then I remembered I couldn’t call her.  And then I wondered if it mattered what kind of rice you used.  And that maybe I should message a friend to ask them.  And then I remembered that I couldn’t.

It’s been over 2 hours since the incident.  My phone is now sitting in a container of rice.  This better cure it.  It’s only been sitting in there for less than an hour.  And already I long to take it out and try to use it.  But I know that I shouldn’t.  Some websites said to leave it overnight.  I can do that.  Others said to leave it for 5 days.  I can’t do that.  There’s no way.  Not gonna happen.  How the hell do you go 5 days without a phone?  Not knowing whether or not it will even come out alive after those 5 days have passed?

I don’t want it to end like this.  I may hate my phone but I also love it and the accident was my fault for leaving it carelessly in my pocket.  I need it to make a full recovery.  It was already in bad shape to begin with, so that can’t be good.  I just ate some rice, so that I could have a connection with it.  I’m constantly talking about how crappy my phone is and how it’s a piece of shit.  But I never wanted it to end up in the toilet.

I submerged it in the rice. Maybe that will give it more of a fighting chance.