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Hello, my name is Mylene.

Screams


Thursday, October 19, 2006
Today I heard something
that made me scorn the
person who said it rather
badly inwardly. The topic
of the conversation was
about body figures, and
she had shallowly declared
that a stick thin figure
was much sexier than
a curvy one. Or words to that
effect. She had commented
that JLo wasn't hot, and
that a skinny figure was
much hotter. It got me
thinking, why are girls
these days so hot (no
pun intented) over
body shapes no different
from that of a broomstick?
What exactly is so appealing
about protruding bones
and chopstick legs? Why
are girls starving themselves
to look like some poor African
child who, on the other hand,
wouldn't mind eating what
she gets to eat everyday?
I am not saying that to be
obese is a wonderous thing,
but why the extremes? What
that girl also said was that
she didn't mind being a
model. (Reality check readers:
she isn't exactly model material.)
I, for one, would NEVER
enter a profession where your
self worth is measured by your
height and waist size. I know
modelling is, by itself, a
career, but I refuse to subject
myself to a diet of only greens
and coffee just for that
catwalk. I am perfectly
happy just the way I am. Yes,
I am not tall, and definitely
not skinny, but I am well-endowed
both in the chest and butt
department, and I am standing
up for my kind. Yes, I do have
to put up with remarks of my
chest and people calling me
fat, but I simply say that
these people are jealous of
my womanly figure and
are just trying to put me
down. Sorry, but
no effect. Self love baby:)
On a more serious note,
I strongly feel that a girl
must learn to love the body
she is in and not conform it
to ridiculous standards set
by the media. I'll just bet
that the journalist who
called a celebrity "fat"
was no lightweight herself.
And I have absolutely no
respect for that 'quack'
called Lulu, who said
"It is beyond my
intelligence how anyone
can be anything other than
slim." or something like
that. Well Dr, seems like
you ain't got no intelligence
at all then. And the
men ain't helping either,
but I shan't lambast them
too much on my blog.
Ekin Cheng was reportedly
attracted to Gigi Leung
because she was slender
and lanky. And there
I always had the notion
that lanky was best
used to describe ranchers
and sexy cowboys. Honestly
I do feel that any
man would trade 5
Posh Spice for 1 JLo
anytime. And I agree with
America Ferrera that people
like Eva Longoria ain't curvy,
they are tiny.
The conversation ended
with me retorting: "A curvy
body is exactly what a woman
is supposed to have." I am
proud of my body. I am proud
that they curve in the right
places. I love my body, and
that is why I wouldn't trade
it for one of those skeletal
things you see parading up
and down a catwalk clad in
designer couture even if
you paid me to.
PEOPLE, LOVE THE BODY
YOU ARE IN. TAKE A LEAF
OUT OF TAIWANESE
SOCIALITE HSU CHUN MEI'S
BOOK: SELF LOVE ALL THE
WAY.