I’ve written many, many posts about size and weight. I’ve written many, many posts about diets and fitness. I’ve gone up and down between 3 sizes for the past four years, seemingly unable to break through the barrier to get down to the Lane Ideal. Pfft. Who am I kidding. I lose interest in it and quit eating according to The Plan(s) and Fitnessing (when they say it is a lifestyle change, they mean it.) If I stuck to it, I could do it. I just don’t have the desire. I know Kate Moss thinks nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she’s probably never had a Reuben from Schlotzky’s, Paneer Tikka Masala from Hot Breads, or Tacos al Carbon from Rosa’s either. Those, my friends, those all taste better than a size 2 could ever make me feel.
Last night, I was at an event, standing with a group of people, wearing my new JLo dress with a smart shrug and fantastic jewelry, feeling pretty good if you discount the beads of sweat rolling down my spine in the Texas heat. My hair was working. My makeup was working. I was feeling 100% pulled together. As I was talking with several of my colleagues, a newcomer sharing in the conversation suddenly halted. He put his hand on his chest and said, “From the first time I saw you [a month ago at another event], I thought you looked like that singer, Adele.”
I happen to think Adele is really beautiful, so I was opening my mouth to thank him so much, when he put both hands up, kind of moved them up and down indicating my torso and said, “But not because you’re… Uh… I mean to say… I hope that doesn’t offend you! I don’t want to offend you!”
And then I was confused for a split second until I realized he meant he didn’t want to offend me by saying I reminded him of Adele because we are both blonde, blue-eyed and fat.
Of course I wasn’t offended at being compared to Adele, but the looks on the faces around me, and his hand flapping was a little embarrassing. Was I supposed to have been offended? Were my hips the elephant in the room? I know what size I wear (my dress was a 14/16, by the way) and I know what my measurements are. It isn’t surprising to me that no one confuses me for Katy Perry, who has the hottest body in music right now.
I am not ashamed of how I look. I also don’t expect anyone to pretend I look like something I’m not. The other day, I was asked whether I would attend a pool party if invited. Well, sure! I love pool parties. But, the next question came, would you be willing to get into the pool? Because some girls won’t wear swimsuits in public, you know.
That set me off laughing. You can look at me in my day clothes and know I’m not going to peel off a fat suit down into a string bikini. All I’m going to do is put on my old faithful Esther Williams suit and look like a slice of luscious cherry cheesecake, with some dimpled thighs for good measure.
We put way too much weight on size. Be who you are. Be proud of who you are. Don’t wait until you look a certain way to love how you look–or you never will. Don’t wait until you look a certain way to be proud of yourself–or you never will be.
I’m pretty chuffed to be compared to Adele. Now, if someone would just tell me my voice was as brilliant!
4 thoughts on “You Look Fat in That Body”
Lane, you look stunning! I wear the same size right now–and I think Adele looks perfect, no joke, I don’t think she looks fat at all, am I wrong? curvy maybe but I think curves are SO much better than lack thereof. GO YOU, cuz you rock that red swimsuit my friend!!!
I think Adele is gorgeous, regardless of her dress size.
I would rather be the fat chick having fun in the pool than the fat chick cowering in a caftan.
Awesome post and adorable swimsuit, I want one!
You are so awesome Lane.