I'm really struggling right now. Depression has creeped into every inch of my soul. I want to be ok, but I'm not. I have to keep putting one foot in front of the other but right now it is incredibly hard. I don't want to get out of bed in the morning. I find myself praying on the way to the work that the chit chat is minimal and the phones are quiet just so that I don't have to talk to anyone.
On another note, I've been observing people a lot lately. I've had questions. My friend and I have been discussing what is beautiful. Like for instance the photo below.....
Once being curvy was a sign of wealth, it meant you could afford food. Now being curvy is seen as a disgrace. Why? When did being a walking skeleton become better than looking like a woman?
I'm not any different. I think those skinny gals look amazing. I envy them. Until I see Keira next to Marilyn. And then I wonder where we went wrong as a society. Marilyn Monroe must be the sexiest woman in history and by today's standards she would be a plus sized model and second class to the likes of Heidi Klum, Kate Hudson, Keira Knightly. Why?
My friend posted this old advertisement.....
My friend made the comment that the skinny girl in the ad, looks miserable and hungry. How true. My lament was that now we are trying to lose those same 10-25 pounds that women 50 years ago were trying to gain. It isn't about being healthy, it's about being skinny. If it were about being healthy, we wouldn't be afraid of carbs or every single calorie. We would be balanced and sometimes chocolate cake would be ok. We would eat real food and we would look like women not sticks.
And another thought. Why are we as women so obsessed with getting the pre-pregnancy body back? Nothing about our lives is the same as before pregnancy, why do we expect our bodies to be the same? Why do we expect the body of a 12 year old instead of the body of a woman? Why are we so damn afraid of curves?
Better question, why am I so damn afraid? I see the walking skeletons, I don't think they are gorgeous. But I still end up envying them. I struggle to eat because I'm depressed and food seems so trivial right now. I have found myself not even getting hungry and eating simply because oh yeah, it's 2 o'clock and I haven't eaten anything yet. I just don't care.
I'm trying to care. I'm trying to hang in there. But really I want to crawl under a big rock and not come out. I want to hide. And I just want to sleep for a million bajillion years. I'll be ok, I always am. I've noticed a pattern, it is always worse in summer and near Christmas. It will get better. I'm ready for it to get better now.
Sorry if I rambled. I'm tired and over it. That is usually the best time to write to clear my head but also the worst because I verbally vomit all over the place.