Jun 10 2009
Double Standards
I’m a big girl. Fact. I’m tall and I’m wide and I’m deep. I’m built for comfort and not for speed. Would I like to be slimmer? Of course I would. Am I willing to take the pain to achieve a svelte silhouette? No. Not Just yet.
So while I’m a larger lady, I have to accept that most men won’t find me attractive. Another fact. The majority of men won’t care about my mind, my heart or my soul. It’s sad but true that they’re more into boobs and bums. Then there’s a minority who not only like the larger lady, but actually fantasise about her.
And here’s where the double standard lies for me. I’m not impressed that most men don’t like a larger lady but I’m equally put off by the level of infatuation some men have with big girls. I want men to find me attractive even though I’m not slim but I don’t want them to lust after me just because I’m not! Am I making sense?
Wow. Yeah, men are attracted to the physical. Plain and simple. Their man-parts simply don’t allow them to process information any differently. Large or small, short or tall, double D’s or nearly A’s, men see us as boobs and butts. The more highly developed ones may eventually work their way up to actually carrying on a conversation that involves them moving their gaze away from our boobs and the television long enough to learn what our eye color is.
At this point, I no longer care if a man wants me for my body. I just want someone who can function in the world without his mommy and doesn’t make animal sounds when getting affectionate. Love is an illusion. I don’t believe my mother for a second when she tells me that one day I’ll meet the man who will take my breath away and we’ll live happily ever after. As long as I can take care of myself and I have my friends to support me, I’ll continue to insist on the perfect man that exists only in my fantasies. The real ones are strictly for entertainment value.