Monday, October 10, 2011

I'm a beautiful whale ...

Good morning! Good morning! A beautiful single 40something successful career woman -- also a professional peer and a good friend -- posted something on my wall on FB this morning, and I can't help but feel enlightened and delightfully cheered up by it.

Want to read something awe-inspiring, ladies? Monday is too big to face alone. I didn't write this, although I wish I did because it's truly brilliant. Ms Delphine Fieberg posted this on her wall, and now all you lovely big bony women -- me included -- will know what a true beauty you are and appreciate it to the fullest, irregardless of what your thinner peers say or look like next to you. 

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A while back, at the entrance of a gym, there was a picture of a very thin and beautiful woman. The caption was "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?" The story goes, a woman (of clothing size unknown) answered the following way:

"Dear people, whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, seals, curious humans), they are sexually active and raise their children with great t...enderness. They entertain like crazy with dolphins and eat lots of prawns. They swim all day and travel to fantastic places like Patagonia, the Barents Sea or the coral reefs of Polynesia. They sing incredibly well and sometimes even are on cds. They are impressive and dearly loved animals, which everyone defend and admires.

Mermaids do not exist. But if they existed, they would line up to see a psychologist because of a problem of split personality: woman or fish? They would have no sex life and could not bear children. Yes, they would be lovely, but lonely and sad. And, who wants a girl that smells like fish by his side?

Without a doubt, I'd rather be a whale. At a time when the media tells us that only thin is beautiful, I prefer to eat ice cream with my kids, to have dinner with my husband, to eat and drink and have fun with my friends. We women, we gain weight because we accumulate so much wisdom and knowledge that there isn't enough space in our heads, and it spreads all over our bodies.

We are not fat, we are greatly cultivated. Every time I see my curves in the mirror, I tell myself: "How amazing am I ?! "

* Image of French Model Tara Flynn*  courtesy of French Elle mag.

~ Delphine Fieberg ~ 
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 Besides, Whales are real! Mermaids are just mythological aquatic creatures. 

Have fun ahead you wicked sexy big bold beautiful creature you! 

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Weird friends ...

The last time a best friend married without telling me or even invited me to his wedding, I didn't speak to him for 6 years. He claimed he lost my mobile number -- lame isn't it when I have a leased line listed -- but there's always a way if there's enough will. Apparently there wasn't any will. It made me wonder just what kind of friends we were.

And then quite recently, I waited for another best friend to tell me something important, and then I ended up listening with the rest of the world. I hadn't been speaking to him since then. I had wanted to at least be the first one to know since we had shared so many good stories together and I thought I at least deserve that honor. Apparently there wasn't anything special about our friendship either, just an ordinary happening that doesn't merit much thought. Well what kind of friends are we anyway to treat each other so callously?

Maybe I should take a hint, yeah? That a girl and a guy cannot really be best friends, contrary to popular movie belief. That a guy will easily forget a girl best friend once he found someone to take over your place. That no matter how good a friend you are to each other, someday it will not even be worth a single memorable thing when someone or something comes in between.

I keep losing good friends. I mean, a guy and a girl they befriend each other differently. You can have a good friendship without romance getting in the way, or so I thought, but it isn't romance on our part, it's from another source entirely. Then you get the cold shoulder, the unanswered phone calls, the short and delayed text messages. It's starting.

I mean, COME ON! Give me a break!

Paranoid. I speak of no one in particular. I am just hurt that a person who calls you a best friend will just easily snub you out when you have no more use. That, and I probably should just stick to my good close girl best friends from now on. Because although it is kind of weird for a girl to befriend a guy without getting down and dirty, I might think innocently of the friendship, but he might not. 

Wait. Really? So was that it? Was it because I was so unfeeling and blind about how you feel? COME ON!!! You're just a coward.

That's it. I'm done with this BFF crap. I just wanted to be happy for my friends, if only they'll let me in on it. But damn. It's too weird now.