Jessica at Jezebel wrote a while back about the Glamour magazine diet blog Margarita Shapes Up.
What’s disconcerting is the anxious tone that has crept into her posts in recent weeks, culminating in a post about leaving her dad’s birthday party early so that she could go to yoga. It’s clear that she feels a great deal of pressure to keep her weight off, and I have to wonder whether some of that pressure comes from the fact that it’s part of her job to talk about her diet… Is it possible to write about your weight struggles for a living and emerge unscathed?
It was an interesting question at the time, and probably worth a discussion all on its own, but Margarita is still writing; here is one of her recent posts:
I often wonder if any really overweight people are completely unbothered by their size and truly happy. I can’t imagine it for myself, but when I walk down the street and encounter overweight people (and couples), I wonder if they somehow managed to be unmarred by the body image curse that’s plagued me.
What do you guys think? Do you know anyone who has this sense of self-worth that I truly covet, the kind that seems to say, “My happiness has nothing to do with the size of my body”?
That is actually a really sad question. I would hope that most of us on this blog—of all sizes—would be able to say our happiness has nothing to do with the sizes of our bodies, that our happiness comes from our relationships, our loved ones, our careers, our ambitions, our hobbies, our favorite guilty pleasure television shows. But I’d rather hear it from you. So what’s your answer to Margarita? Where does your happiness come from?
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