Thursday, May 10, 2012
Hey you, angry anorectic bitch!
...(OK, so I don't really know that you are angry all the time, it's just the way you look, never smiling, the way you never actually seem to enjoy your time at the gym, even if you do spend a lot (a lot!) of time there....)... (and yes, you are right - I don't actually know if you are anorectic either... you could just be very (very!) skinny, naturally, and... but.. the way every single bone in your body sticks out? the way I can see how your bones are connected? yeah, not healthy... there could be other reasons.. illness... but then you probably wouldn't be at the gym in a skimpy outfit, spending an entire spinning class standing up so your tummy won't look big (yes, I do speak French, and yes I did overhear you talking on your phone, which seems to be glued to your ear...) and paying more attention to your image in the mirror than the instructor...)... (and of course, I donít know that you are really a bitch Ė itís just the way you look at me sometimes, looking me up and down, the snide comments into your ever-present phone (yes, I do speak French you know, even if I speak English to my friend!)...) ... (and really, you shouldnít be offended by my thinking you a bitch anyhow, seeing how Iíve said repeatedly that my aim is to be a skinny bitch...) ... (just not that skinny...)...
So I guess the point here is I donít know you. I have my prejudices, but I donít know. Perfectly natural, as we donít know each other. At all. We live on the same street, and go to the same gym, and see one another pretty much every day, never saying hello, coz... I donít know? Coz you run away? Do you think my fat is contagious? I donít know. I donít know you. Which also, of course, means that you. donít. know. me.
Which means your snide comments donít really do anything but bug a bit. They donít really bother me. Saying that Iíll never be as skinny as you?
Coz ya know: I really Ė really! Ė donít want to be.
I am working on becoming fit(ter), strong(er), healthy(er). And I am happy doing it. Big smile on my face. Enjoying my spinning class, my strength training (and yes, I know you think this is not feminine, but whatever... I like it!), my time in the pool. Happy.
Not angry, not anorectic, but yeah, maybe, soon, a skinny bitch.
And when I get there, and stay there, will you still be wandering the halls of the gym, looking for a way to make your spine show from the front?
And hey you, gym employees!!!
I know this isnít Norway. I know the French ideal of beauty, health and happiness is sometimes somewhat different to what I would deem normal.
But seriously? You do have a responsibility to talk to people about their health, do you not?
Just like you gave my very overweight friend ďfriendlyĒ advice on her routine (and no, she didnít like it... but it was good advice), you should talk to the skinniest girls about theirs, no?
In Norway, this AAB would not have been allowed into the gym. I know this, and a friend of mine whose sister struggles with anorexia confirms it. I know that Norwegian gyms are a bit less... open to certain things (skimpy clothing for instance), but really, in my opinion, that just creates a better atmosphere. Relaxed. Less sex focused.
But eating disorders? Not a cultural thing Ė itís a health issue.