I was thinking about my own whininess and that of others and I realised, there is only one person who feels sorry when you feel fat, you (or me, or one, or whatever). I mean, there are those people who feel sorry they know you when you are feeling fat and sad, but they aren't sorry for you.
Seriously, if I'm feeling pudgy and I tell Beau, what is he supposed to do? If he feels that I am looking pudgy he can:
1) tell me so (and risk pummeling and/or mopey Giffy)
2) lie (and feel bad within himself, as well as enabling my pudginess)
3) make a joke and distract me (again enabling the pudge)
If he feels that I'm looking fine he can:
1) tell me so (possibly leading to me whining "but I feeeeeeeel fat")
2) lie (risking the pummeling and/or mope)
3) make a joke and distract me (because I'm just being silly)
Basically I need to stop whinging so much. If I feel I'm looking fat, whining really doesn't help. Going for a walk, more so.
This post was originally supposed to be about society's views of overweight people, but morphed into something else. Okay... Now off to go gaze at my navel and the jub surrounding it ;)
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