SIZE DIVERSITY–IT’S ABOUT TIME
Nursing affords me a luxury few have. We see people at their worst, while attempting to put them back to their reasonable best. I realize that may not sound like a luxury, but it is. Our assessments for the most part, are not based on BMIs, weight, or clothing size (unless you are talking hospital gowns). That being said, the medical community is in the midst of a shift–from acute and chronic care, to a model of wellness and prevention. As you may have guessed, weight can become a mitigating factor.
With all the “embrace your curves” and “you’re fine the way you are” movements, I wonder. Have we strayed just a little too far?
Few women I know are a size 2, 4, 6, 8, or even 10. They range from size 12 on up. As far as wellness goes, that’s a discussion they need to have with their healthcare practitioner. Appearances do not tell the whole story. But yet again..I do wonder.
DIVIDED WE STAND
From my experience, I’ve noticed something interesting about body image. Body image divides along color lines. Let me explain.
Arriving a little early for a picnic at my cousin’s house, she cornered me with another cousin in her kitchen. “Are you done yet?” She asked me. “Done?” I asked. Was I a pork roast awaiting the timer to eat? She went on. “Are you done losing weight? You outta be.”
Now mind you, I’m not a stick girl. True enough, I’m not about the bass–I’m more of a treble girl myself. I have leaned out a little since she last saw me–from about a size 8 to a size 4. But still the question “are we done yet?” struck me. Now the flip side.
A friend of mine whom I’ve help coach through a weight loss, never tires of asking “did you get to the trail, did you get out there today?” “You do look great.” I appreciate the latter more. And while I don’t believe he means anything by the former, it reminds me of something I’ve suspected for a while. Body image and body beauty is drawn along the color line.
So what’s the takeaway?
I can’t get completely on board with the “you don’t need to change,” and embrace your curves” momentum picking up speed. Change for better or worse, is the only constant. True enough, you can’t be blotting paper for what society sets as a standard for beauty. You’d have an easier time learning a new language and getting a master’s degree at the same time. Both of which are far more useful and worthwhile.
However liberty without license is what comes to mind when I hear these catch phrases. Just as I knew pregnancy didn’t give me the green light to eat everything in sight, I don’t understand how curves became the underground synonym for fat. From what I’ve seen in many cases, that’s exactly what’s happened.
All for now. Keep up and keep at it.
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