Chicken Soup For The Image In The Mirror

So. Just got home from grocery shopping, and my arms are shivering from the effort. To make myself feel a bit better about the whole experience, I've consumed two little fairy cakes (which are, in essence, plain butter cupcakes). At the same time, I can feel the horror that is the added flabbiness of my arms since I have arrived in the UK.

Yes yes, to be expected, that Zhi would turn more ba-ba. But it's still sad isn't it. And all this while, some other things never grow! Boo. Haha.

It is since yesterday night, and today as well, that I realize how unhealthy a self-image I have of myself. I mean, I think it is way more fashionable - and socially acceptable - to hate your body isn't it? Especially as a woman. There's always something to dislike. But more than that, a lot of women (like me) simply don't like their body as a whole.

It's funny how in this age that asks women to celebrate their bodies more, my body shape is the one that is being protested against. Now "Burn the skinny model with no breasts! Bring back the curves" is the war cry, but that's just my kind of figure - kind of skinny, not booby at all, no hourglass shape in sight. As the womanly figure is celebrated, and as I exist right now in Europe where that is the most attractive and desired shape, I feel quite scorchingly the fact that I am totally different, and I'm certainly not the status quo.