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Body Image Quiz...
Jul. 12th, 2001 02:51 pmhmm...these results are somewhat surprising to me. I normally don't feel all that confident about the way I look.
The Body Image Test
"You don't compare your body to a sculpture by Michelangelo, but you know you're far from a Kindergarten art project! All in all, you've got a healthy dose of body confidence, and that's a rarity in today's world. You've managed to avoid a significant amount of the pressure that society and the media impose on women. Occasionally, however, you might fall prey to the super-skinny ideal. But your strength and healthy outlook enable you to quickly dismiss that unattainable trend. Whether it's an incredible metabolism or a great mindset, your positive body image allows you to have your cake and eat it too! And if you occasionally turn down the cake for fear of lumps and dimples -- don't fret. It's natural for a woman to be self-critical sometimes, and it's not vain to want to look your best. So, as long as you keep these criticisms in perspective, you're in great shape!"
I don't really look that bad, either. What can I say, it's summertime, and I have the need to look good in my swimsuit. It's not really how I look that depresses me, it's when I jump on a scale. Right now, I weigh about 145 pounds. When I ask people, they estimate my weight at about 120. I'm one of those people with the body type you would call "big-boned" or "she's got some meat on her bones." I've never broken a bone, but I've been known to rip some seams. I want to fit into the small size 5/6 clothes, but I can't get in anything under a 9/10. In fact, I've been a size 9 for years now. I think it's about time I learn to accept it.
I cooked for Dad today for lunch. He was complaining yesterday about never having anything to eat when he comes home, so I thought I would cook today to prove a personal point. So, I worked my ass off making honey-glazed chicken, scalloped potatoes, and a cucumber/tomato salad. What does he do? He eats it, but then he walks out the door without even a thank you or a compliment. And he wonders why we don't bother cooking for him! FUCK! He really frustrates me sometimes! Just for that, he's gonna make his own lunch for at least a month. If he complains about it, I'll speak my mind.
The Body Image Test
"You don't compare your body to a sculpture by Michelangelo, but you know you're far from a Kindergarten art project! All in all, you've got a healthy dose of body confidence, and that's a rarity in today's world. You've managed to avoid a significant amount of the pressure that society and the media impose on women. Occasionally, however, you might fall prey to the super-skinny ideal. But your strength and healthy outlook enable you to quickly dismiss that unattainable trend. Whether it's an incredible metabolism or a great mindset, your positive body image allows you to have your cake and eat it too! And if you occasionally turn down the cake for fear of lumps and dimples -- don't fret. It's natural for a woman to be self-critical sometimes, and it's not vain to want to look your best. So, as long as you keep these criticisms in perspective, you're in great shape!"
I don't really look that bad, either. What can I say, it's summertime, and I have the need to look good in my swimsuit. It's not really how I look that depresses me, it's when I jump on a scale. Right now, I weigh about 145 pounds. When I ask people, they estimate my weight at about 120. I'm one of those people with the body type you would call "big-boned" or "she's got some meat on her bones." I've never broken a bone, but I've been known to rip some seams. I want to fit into the small size 5/6 clothes, but I can't get in anything under a 9/10. In fact, I've been a size 9 for years now. I think it's about time I learn to accept it.
I cooked for Dad today for lunch. He was complaining yesterday about never having anything to eat when he comes home, so I thought I would cook today to prove a personal point. So, I worked my ass off making honey-glazed chicken, scalloped potatoes, and a cucumber/tomato salad. What does he do? He eats it, but then he walks out the door without even a thank you or a compliment. And he wonders why we don't bother cooking for him! FUCK! He really frustrates me sometimes! Just for that, he's gonna make his own lunch for at least a month. If he complains about it, I'll speak my mind.
