On Curves and Stick Insects

I have a bona fide, over-the-top girl crush on this woman.  Christina Hendricks is just about the most luscious woman I’ve seen in a long time – and I’m a woman for goodness’ sake.  I am quite frankly enthralled with Ms. Hendricks – she is confident, beautiful and very proud of her curves; as she should be. Several of my friends also have girl crushes on her and who can blame them! While she is a bombshell of a woman, she also seems very relatable. Like a great girl friend you can have over, share a pizza and some wine and talk until the wee hours of the morning.

The Mad Men actress has hit back at labels that cannot cater to her size 14 figure when lending out sample sizes to celebrities.

Christina said: “People have been saying some nice, wonderful things about me. Yet not one designer in town will loan me a dress.”

Now I know that last bit sounds like some serious whining from someone who probably makes more per episode of her series then I make in a year yet…she’s right.  The skinny girls in Hollyweird get free everything; someone like Ms. Hendricks has to pay designers to custom-make dresses to fit that spectacular body. And while they might be discounted, she still has to pay for them.  Given the amount of time these stars spend in public on a red carpet, this is no small expense even with a discount.

I have long championed a more normal ideal of womanhood – be happy with who you are and what you have – whether too much or too little. And I recently encountered someone who totally reinforced – in the rudest way possible – my point.

Last Saturday I had the morning to myself.  I went to the local Starbucks to get a latte and one of my favorite treats – a Cinnamon Chip Scone. They are to-die-for and a rare indulgence for me. I had errands to do and thought a gentle break in Starbucks would be just the way to ease myself into a busy morning – sit quietly, sip a lovely latte, enjoy my extravagant scone, play around with my iPhone and enjoy some me-time.

A stick insect had other plans for me.

As I entered the store there was a couple in front of me – mid 30s, dressed for working out. Clearly fit and toned people – good for them.  The woman in particular was super-tiny; the kind of overall build that indicated she doesn’t really have to work at staying fit and toned.  Plainly blessed with good genetics.

They made their coffee & food purchases and sat down inside the Starbucks. I stepped up and ordered my precious latte and the last Cinnamon Chip Scone.  I sat near the couple (it’s hard not to sit near anyone in a Starbucks…) and settled in peacefully with my iPhone and treats.

Shortly afterwards, the stick insect began talking about the food choices other people make – and not in a polite, in-public, restaurant-voice. In a normal voice so that anyone sitting near her could hear.  And since I was the only person near her – all that she said was meant for me.

“I don’t know how people can eat scones, it's just disgusting! Don’t they know the FAT content? For god’s sake I could eat 2 of the sandwiches I got here and still not equal the FAT content of a scone!”

She went on to talk about the research she’s done into the FAT content of scones and how horrible they are to consume all the while making other comments about the wisdom and judgment of people who eat these dastardly things. There were further mutterings from the stick insect that I didn’t really register because I was Just. So. Hurt.

How dare she pass judgment on a person she’s never met – right in front of that person! This woman clearly has issues with food, body image and just about everything else.  Boundaries and respect don’t exist in her life.  I will be fair to the husband and say that he did try to shut her up; she didn’t listen to him.

I managed to eat the rest of my hideous scone and leave without saying a word.  I really didn’t know what to say.  Which allowed me to take the high road and I’m grateful that I did.  I moved past hurt and into anger then I started to really think objectively about the incident.

As I pondered what she said and the level of her rudeness, I came to the conclusion that it really must suck to go thru life like that – passing judgment based on appearances and random encounters, having so many food issues that you have to comment on the choices of total strangers, feeling so badly about yourself that you have to project the toxins on to innocent bystanders so you can feel better.

And then I had my big revelation: She will always be a stick insect living a low-fat life. Whereas I will always be a curvy goddess living a scone-filled life.  And I wonder which life most people would choose:

 Shallow and Unhappy or...

Living Well, Laughing Often and Loving Much.