I've looked at a few of the more recent posts in this thread here and what sucks even harder is what I've always thought true, based on some of the posts...
When you tell a "curvy" woman she's beautiful, she usually doesn't believe you and just smiles, nods her head and maybe says something like, "Aw, how sweet." Does she believe it? Usually, no. She goes right back to having self-esteem issues. And that sucks balls when you're being sincere. So thanks 1950's, media, Twiggy, whatever. You all can bite it.
I know some awesome,
AWESOME people, some new, some I've been friends with for longer and it sucks big ones when all you want is for them to see themselves as you see them so they can focus on something more important because they're perfectly freaking FINE. Living in LA, Rail Thin gets real old, real fast. They all wind up looking like clones of whoever's on what billboard, what magazine, what show or movie. What winds up happening? You can't carry an interesting conversation with them for more than a couple hours (I'm being realistic), or if it doesn't involve text messaging. Food deprives the brain apparently.
Meangry - Excellent, excellent point btw.
Rhiannon -
Thin women usually don't need reassurance, they will be complimented.
Not necessarily true. A friend and I used to hit up parties, clubs, bars together all the time here. The best advice we gave each other if all we wanted was to go out and get a bunch of phone numbers? Talk up the hottest one in the room. On purpose. Why? Because she's usually the easiest. This is what goes on in her head:
Me: Hey. I'm___________
Her: OMG...is my bra showing? Do I have something in my teeth? I just ate so I hope there's nothing in my...does my breath smell? I hope it doesn't smell. I should wash it out with anoth...omg they'll think I'm an alcoholic, I should maybe...oh shit is my lipsti...omg I have no frickin' idea what they're talking about they're going to think I'm stu...do I sound dumb? Am I coming across like a bitch? Shit.
That's a parody obviously. And I have no idea if that's what truly went on in their heads but the ones who fit the mold of what society deems "HAWT!" were much easier to talk to simply because you could have the same conversation with five of them, all at different parties and expect the same, standard, text book answers from all. There are of course, exceptions to the rule.
The really interesting women? The more "curvy" ones? They were awesome because they never tried to explain who was who on The Hills to me. Sucky thing is, more than a few times I've just given up trying to break down that defensive barrier they've put up and walk around with due to everyone who came before me who gave them shit for something retarded. Sometimes it's hopeless so again, thank you magazines, media, blah blah blah.