It’s not every day you get called Sexual Dynamite.
Now granted, it was a fabulous girlfriend of mine, Kellie from Big Fashionista that said it, but I like to think she has a good point. (We’ll come back to my fabulous sense of modesty later.)
We were talking about size – that provocative and emotive subject that seems to wind people up no end, and Kellie was making the point that we should be able to wear what we like, when we like, whatever size we are, even (gasp) in public, without fear of judgement.
I was a little sensitive about this subject after watching the documentary Big Fat Fetish, about fat women and the men who love them. If any of you were on Twitter that night, you may have seen the tweets being bandied about and to be honest, I found them pretty offensive.
Now let me just say this. I understand that being grossly overweight is unhealthy. I’m not stupid. And I would imagine, even though I’m relatively healthy now, that being my size isn’t particularly good for me. But then nor is being underweight. It is what it is. If people are happy being that size, and I mean really happy, not just ‘pretend’ happy, then who are we to say otherwise.
YES people are weird. And what?? Isn’t it that that makes life brilliant?! Wouldn’t it be bloody boring if everyone was ‘normal?’
I don’t understand why men like to be ‘feeders’ and fatten up their women. I don’t understand why men like to be ‘flattened’ by extremely fat women. (Who, incidentally, get paid $600 per hour to do so.) But then I don’t understand why some women like to be a size zero. Or why some men find that attractive. Or why this bloke next to me in the café prefers spreading butter on his scone with a spoon instead of a knife. Or why the earth is round. I could go on. (And on.)
So you see, to me, having an open mind, being confident, and appreciating the world with all its irks and quirks, is what makes me SEXUAL DYNAMITE. It’s not a sexual thing at all. It’s a ‘how you view the world’ thing.