Fat Barbie’s beauty. Vol. 15
Sent a text to Tom in messenger: “I got really horny while looking at you. What do you think about it?”
Reply: “What can I think about it. I was expecting something more...meaningful from you. But a good start. Direct, honest and that is good.”
Reply: “Yeah, thought that getting turned on by a photo was a male privilege.” Later we talked about how I managed to overcome my fear of heights and breaking glass by tearing down an entire greenhouse all by myself. Mentioned how I broke the glass and threw the shards in the recycling containers. We also talked about how women think their bodies are not an instrument to change the world. It’s something that is meant to be improved and made better.
I realized that Tom really did not get anything about the female self-objectification syndrome when he asked me the following question: “Didn’t you have anyone to help you?”
I didn’t reply. And what could I possibly say to guy who thinks a woman is a person in need for help and assistance. A person who cannot be tough or brave, with her own freedom and possibilities.
This question was violent. To me. To Ingrīda. I know that maybe my reaction wasn’t adequate. Would you and if yes, how would you react and reply?
Following days after the failed “friendship”, I saw interviews with Tom in various media channels. The new champion is trying to inspire others. He’s hoping his victory will motivate people to start exercising and think healthy. He’s trying to tell people that dreams come true if a person is willing to go the extra mile, even if it means doing something you don’t want to do.
I felt deep sadness about all the fakeness, misguidance and the blooming culture of make-believe our society has created.
Wasn’t the demolition of the greenhouse, to make room for something new, a healthy and intellectually stimulating exercise? I’ve done so many things, but usually the questions I get are all the same: “Didn’t you have someone to help you?”, “Why don’t you try to get fitter?” And every time I reply with “What for?”
It’s just so exciting and interesting to learn how to set up electrical appliances or learning how to say “No, thanks” to the diet, carb and sugar junkie culture. I’ll eat two times a day and I will eat protein, forest meat, and farm food, even if not everyone gets their share. I’ll get mine. I don’t owe anything to anyone and I have no obligations towards society to look or behave like a woman “should”. I like the way I look, the things I can do and the way I think. When I go to Maksim to get a massage, I don’t think about the results. “Now, I will get this, maybe I’ll get thinner, maybe cellulite will disappear, maybe thanks to all this, I will be able to lead a better and happier life when I’ll find Him.” And I will be valuable enough for him, to need me without cellulite, excess weight and unpleasant wrinkles in the face, knees and elbows. We’ve laughed about the fact that people with excess weight live a happy, long-lasting life, while those who try to artificially maintain fitness, struggle. I wonder how intelligent human beings can’t bring themselves to understand that you can’t measure or judge a person by their weight. You have to be aware of the physiological parameters everyone shares - sugar level, good/bad cholesterol, heart rate, can the person walk fifteen kilometers without kicking the bucket… if everything is good, every level - satisfactory and normal - a human being is healthy! I feel great, I have no exhaustion in my muscles, my face looks harmonized and I could demolish my neighbour’s greenhouse, if he’d ask for my help and advice. For dinner, I would ask for protein.