Body Image

I look into my full length mirror with the gold antique trim. I lift my right hand and pinch the “fluff” on my right hip, 2 -3 inches of fat. I repeat the measuring technique with my left hip, yes 2 - 3 inches of too much “fluff.” I am sickened by the extra fat on my body. I turn to my right side to look at my profile, my stomach protruding, I take both of my hands and squeeze the “fluff,” I want to cry in disgust of my body. My long boney arms with no muscle tone, Olive Oyl in the cartoon Popeye, that’s what I look like. Lucky for Olive Oyl she didn’t have any extra “fluff” like I do. If I only could shave some of the fat off my body, I would love myself.

I take my favorite Levi jeans, so warn that they feel like velvet on my body. I slip my right leg into the pants then the left leg, now comes the scary part, zippering my pants and buttoning them. Nothing has changed, it’s still there, the “fluff” hanging over my sides like an overstuffed tuna sandwich. I reach into my closet and take my tan sweater with sparkles that lightly glisten all over. As I pull it over my head, I pray that my sweater will cover my “fluff.” No, I see the fat bulging like weeds growing uncontrollably through my shirt. Throwing the sweater on my bed, I reach for the royal blue shirt with a double layer of fabric, this will do the trick. Yes, it worked, camouflage like a chameleon hiding from its prey. Adding my beige belt with the gold buckle, completes my outfit.

My size 2 pants will have to do for now until I can lose my “fluff.” I will love myself when I no longer have the extra “fluff” and I am wearing a size 0 in my favorite Levi jeans.