Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Perhaps it's because I'm a Gemini,but I've always felt like my emotions swing exrtremes.Take for example, my self-belief.Some days I feel so confident Mount Everest looks like a mere hump in the road.Other days,every molehill is a mountain. Back when I was still studying,I generally felt pretty unsecure about myself,even when harbouring infatuation toward males whose hormones were bouncing off the walls.I soldiered on through my Primary and Secondary years,having serial crushes.In some cases,I had no qualms about making the first move. But after a few failed pathetic-lame-oh-so-romantic sorties,I found my self-doubt resurfacing with a vengeance.Depending on the time of the day, and whether I was PMS-ing, my thoughts ranged from, "Of course there is someone out there for me!" to "It's not me,it's them" to "So I'll just be one of those cool single women.Cats make a pretty good pet anyway."
Okay enough about the self-story telling.Lets move on with some old ripe example.
Example of the "he" and "she"
(imagine it's a continue from the above)
Then she started seeing someone.Three years after she was nursed,and had worked hard to snuff out,this Great Crush of her life,he entered her life again and told her he liked her and they would formed that often-smuf entity known as a couple.
She,however hated to admit this,but being with him has boosted her self-confidence a lot more than all the rah-rah-ing she've done before the mirror and the "You go, girl!" books she've memorised.
Then I came in(means back to my-say,short while only)
Accepting my body,similiarity to teapot and all,is one thing.Having someone tell me said body is not just fine,but fine, is another thing altogether.You know those polls in magazines claiming that woman tend to find themsleves fatter than guys think they are? I'm not sure how true this is,considering the number of times I've heard hideous-looking males criticising the appearance of random women, but in this case, I am more than happy to be statistic.
Shopping trips often leave me feeling homocidal because finding trousers that fit is almost impossible(thanks to Asian sizing and mom's hips,back when she was young), and my boobs were not made fro the so-called free size tank tops stocked in most of the local shops.But it's hard to feel bad about my body only if someone comes and tell me with the appropriate lasciviousness, that I look ravishing.
Then the "he" and "she" story chime in.Her say.
On the other hand,he sometimes unwittingly sends into big-time body purgatory .She recently got a new skirt for the first time since,oh,the Berlin Wall. When she suprised him with this quasifeminine getup,he was accordingly appriciative and complimentary . But what she didn't count on was what he said,in a tone of awe,when she slipped into her new towering espadrille wedges: "Wow, your calf muscles are really big.You look like ...a cyborg!" He topped it off with the dom dom dom sounds an appoaching giant might make.
(Back to my say)
Now guys listen up.You can be huge Gundam fans and total slaves to science fiction, but you do not compare a woman to a half-human,half-robot creature with limbs that flatten buildings and crush entire cities.Trust me, the way to reassure us after we get all paranoid about our lower limbs or fatty jelly belly is not by saying,"So? Good what.You have runner's legs" or "So? Good what.Its a safe protection for our future growing baby who's inside the tummy" The correct thing to do is to positively compare us to Gisele even our total height is probably equivelent only to the length of her thigh bone.
marfi @ 7:29 AM