Women spend a lifetime worrying about it. No number is sufficient to give them eternal
peace of mind. If they look at the scale, they then have to double check in the
mirror to ensure the scale is not off a pound or two. It cannot be possible
that both are accurate, the mirror image they are seeing and the scale.
Thus, begins the dance. They turn to the right and then to
the left to determine do both sides look the same? If not, which one is better?
How much more is it improved if they suck in their gut and pull back their
shoulders harder and further than is their normal stance?
Next comes out the hand mirror in the bathroom. God forbid they would not check the rear
view, as if everyone that comes in contact with them will be looking at their
backside after they said long said good-bye.
This view needs to be seen from multiple angles of the hand-held mirror
as it could be deceptively inaccurate. It must be a precise picture in their
mind making their butt and backside look firm, trim, not heavy, but shapely and
desirable but not slutty and cheap. A feat no woman can achieve.
This process starts at a very young age, as a little girl,
before even hitting the beginning of her education, kindergarten. As she
becomes more educated, she gets better at it, the process takes longer and more
finite steps are included. There is
usually a period where relative success is to be had and this is the time when
more focus should be on academics than aesthetics. But reality is appearance matters supremely
to teens. The ones that say it doesn’t
are worried about fitting in so push it aside, rejecting societal standards of
acceptability and create their own.
This mirror dance goes through a lifetime of changes,
freshmen fifteen, marriage (weddings make every bride carry the scale number in
their head daily!), pregnancy, post baby, aging…. and all this to simply end in
a cloud of dust. Weightless ashes meant
to nourish the ground she walked. Was it
worth it?
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