little bitty girl

All my life, I have been boyish and angular. This was particularly apparent when in high school, friends developed boobs and hips and I remained the same, a rectangle. Today, as I was walking down the street, I caught a reflection of myself and realized that I am no longer a rectangle but a PEAR! You know, in the fashion magazines they have all these dumb names to describe a woman's body shape. Well, a pear basically means you're titless and you have a large backside. Or at least a little disproportionate in the hip-butt area compared to the rest of you.

You would think I would rejoice but truth be told, I am a little annoyed. Does that mean I have to start dressing to accomodate my new womanly hips? Do all those rules that they list every season (notice how fashion magazine articles just regurgitate the same "lessons" from one season to the next? It's the same shit packaged in different wrapping paper) on "How To Dress For Your Body Type?" now refer to me?

Part of my disgruntledness probably has to do with the fact that it's been cold, rainy and I have been away a lot so I haven't been to the gym very much. So, that in turn makes me feel a little flubberlicious.

The question is why do women care so much about this stuff. I see all my guy friends walk around with the late twenties-early thirties beer-inactivity sag and they don't seem to care.

Well, I have decided to either deal with it by working out or by just living with the fact that I will never weigh the same as my high school less-than-a-hundred-pound days. And I will stop bitching about it to my friends as I am sure inevitably we're somehow hurting our self-esteems by making disparaging remarks about ourselves.

Now if only I could tell my belly to stop competing with Stef's belly, we'll all be able to live harmoniously in one happy home.