Stop Beating Yourself Up for Being Fat!!!

-->Let's go back to the era when Boticelli chicks were the ideal.

Ladies, this is your mother speaking:

"Stop it with the fat silliness!! You look like a twig, I could split you in two. Have another brisket! My baby is gawgous, completely."

And is this familiar? The stereotypical conversation that every man dreads -

Wife: "How do I look? Do these pants make my butt look big? Come on, be honest, I won't get upset."

Hubby: "You look....uhh...fine. (Nervous laughter) Maybe the other pair looked a little better..."

Wife: "Fine?? FINE???? Other pair??? I'll give you another pair!!"

How many times have you ignored your mother, your significant other and your friends who told you that no, you are not an obese boar rooting around in the mud. And no, you are not a blubbery whale wearing bubby underwear. Okay, maybe you shouldn't have had that third bag of party mix (heavy on the Bugles) while watching Project Runway, and you could stand to lose, oh, 7lbs. and 3oz, but you are far from obese. In fact, you look good. Damn good! Work it, girl!

Scientists are now with your family and friends. Revolution News reports that worrying about being obese could actually be more detrimental to your health that actually being obese. This is because the stress of fretting about your oozing thighs and jiggly love handles leads to high blood pressure and diabetes, while actually being overweight/obese just leads to looking bad in bicycle shorts.

(I just had to bring up the bicycle shorts!)

Seriously though ladies, and I am guilty of this too, we have to stop being so hard on ourselves. We're worrying so much about being thin that we're literally making ourselves sick. Let's stop buying in to the Hollywood airbrushing and give ourselves a little more leeway. Truthfully, men prefer a warm something to pinch rather than a cold bone.

Speaking of men, do you think they're crying into their Coronas about the extra 15 pounds they've gained since college? Do you see them worrying when they take their third helping of Carvel ice cream cake?? Or their 37th buffalo wing, for the love of G-d???? No, they're patting their fat, saggy bellies with satisfaction!!

So kick back and have a cupcake! Have two! (Actually, let's not get carried away here. And make that first cupcake lowfat.)

And we can use the extra time we save from not fretting over the scale to get our zaftig butts over to the gym.