I made a huge mistake this week.
I incorrectly answered the “Am I Fat?” question.
Ashley, a good friend and reader of this blog shared some photos of her vacation to Florida over the New Year’s break.
After viewing them, she promptly posed the question “How do I look in the red bikini picture?“.
I replied with a “You look good. A little unfit, but good.”
Huge mistake on my part! Maybe one of these days I’ll learn to fudge the truth.
To set the stage (without showing the pictures in question), part of being “fit” to me usually means you have a reasonably flat stomach without the stubborn belly fat which accumulates on the lower part of stomach. Since we were focusing on the visual side of fitness, I mentioned she had a little of this belly fat, which quickly turned into a bigger deal with each passing day. She initially reacted with a few snide comments, but later turned into a week long tirade of what I can only describe as self loathing.
What I was suggesting was that she could use a few more minutes on the treadmill and lay off the Corona (which she had in her hand in said picture) if she wanted to meet the Maxim magazine cover girl image that she feels she must have to feel content. Like most younger women these days, she sees ultra thin runway models during every TV commercial or airbrushed magazine covers, and subsequently feels pressure (mostly inward) that she should look like them. As she stressed during our conversation this weekend, she basically feels that since she works out so much, she should be capable taking off her sales rep power suit and hitting the beach in a two piece bikini without any hesitation.
Since Ashley is a friend, my male brain gave the green light to tell the truth when she questioned me about her looks. Being a guy, I thought men were supposed to tell the truth in this situation.
Apparently, I was wrong, but I also stumbled across a fairly substantial negative self image issue.
I really didn’t figure out that her self image problem was so obvious until this weekend. During our conversations from last week, all of them somehow came back to my “you look unfit” comment, and then she would leave feeling dejected and displaying some fairly strong feelings of inadequacy.
This went on about three or four days before I really caught on to the degree of anxiety my comment caused. To my surprise, she later admitted that she has always been overly self conscious and has grown increasingly sensitive about her appearance as she has grown older. To most everyone else, she’s a strong 9 out of 10, but she doesn’t seem to feel this way at all and it’s beginning to show in her demeanor.
In my eyes, a little vanity is a healthy thing. There is nothing wrong with wanting to look fit just to catch a few glances from the opposite sex, but when you begin to strike out at those around you for pointing out the obvious or it taxes your emotions to the point of extreme anxiety, the time has come when something must be done to put you back on the right path.
Ashley can only be described as a gym rat. She works out somewhere in the neighborhood of 4 to 6 times each week. She runs a 10k on a biweekly basis during the warmer months, has spent a small lifetime on the treadmill, and has actually participated in a mini triathlon.
She is certainly in excellent physical shape, and could likely run circles around most of us since she focuses so much on her cardio workouts, but she’s not seeing the results that she wants when she looks in the mirror.
Other than hiring a personal trainer to work with her on a regular basis (which she has done), and going on a crash diet (I’m told the beer in the picture was a vacation luxury), I reluctantly agree with her that there isn’t much more she can do if she wants a picture perfect body that will make her happy.
I’m not going to paint a rosy picture and say plastic surgery is a fix all in Ashley’s case. There is little doubt that she’s busted her arse in the gym, so she’s probably burned through enough running shoes in my estimation to justify venturing into the extreme of plastic surgery.
More importantly, she’s taken the subject to those who know her best — her mother and father — and they have agreed to support her in this decision. I was pleasantly surprised in learning this because it shows forethought and planning. Instead of making a rash decision founded on frustration, she’s actually taken the time to discuss this with mom and dad. Pretty impressive.
I think this entire discussion really comes down to the value a potential patient puts upon looking a certain way after the procedure is finished.
Ashley has done a little shopping around, and her surgery will likely cost a few thousand dollars (~ $5,000). Not a cheap expense by any means.
At present, she doesn’t have the disposable income or the savings to cover such an expense. Primarily because she’s a 23 year old young professional with a mortgage, a car payment, and all the other expenses that come with being a single income home owner.
However, she will spend several months saving for her liposuction procedure and will also be receiving some assistance from her parents.
Being someone who places a tremendous value on peace of mind myself, I can attest to the satisfaction in being able to sleep at night. I pay for a wide range of professional services that I could probably do myself, but I like to think I’m paying them so I know the job is done the best it can be done, and not have it come back to bite me in the arse later.
Likewise, Ashley is probably feeling the same way and to her, this is an expense that can improve her quality of life and eliminate the anxiety she felt when someone like me makes a [misplaced?] comment about her appearance.
If having a few fat cells removed will improve her self image, it’s difficult to put a prohibitive price tag on this type of procedure. Considering her anxiety levels, and the exercise regime she goes through each and every week, I could back up her up in her decision to go under the knife.
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If you or anyone else you might know have struggled with this decision, how about leaving a comment below. I’m sure those sitting on the fence with a similar situation will benefit from it.
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Photo by Arturo de Albornoz
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Stories like the cologne article is why I love Business Pundit. You have a good eye for catching things I miss since I’m always looking at stock charts, so being able to contribute some on-topic humor is the least I can do.
I tried looking at this article from more of a therapy background since I’m a student of psychology/sociology, so maybe that’s why it turned out a little better than I originally thought it would.
Regarding liposuction and cellulite creation, I really don’t know all that much b/c there are some unresolved theories that fat cells within the human body are held at a constant. Theory says that if they’re removed, you experience less weight gain since fat cells do not reproduce like most of our cell lines. I’m not an expert of course, but if the offending fat cells are surgically removed, it seems like it would reduce your chances of cellulite appearing. Unless, you had a poorly trained plastic surgeon and he “missed” a few spots.
You’re certainly correct that different environments bring different cultural and societal norms. I’ve seen it go so far as generational gaps between Americans.
Pose a question to someone who is 70+ if a well known model (say Heidi Klum) looks healthy or unhealthy. Most of our age demographic would say she’s fit and healthy, but individuals like my grandmother would say she’s unhealthy. Folks like her who lived during the Great Depression, or through other less fortunate times would probably say she looks unhealthy.
That’s because in most areas of western civilization, if you had a little meat on your bones or you did not have a tan, you were seemingly thought of as wealthy or well to do.
Take a look at European artwork from the late Renaissance or Baroque periods, when women would be considered overweight by today’s standards are displayed as, well — sex objects. You could also go so far as saying that Marilyn Monroe might be the last American woman with a plus sized body that was considered a supermodel.
These days, if you’re skinny and tan for 365 days a year, you’re widely considered to be rich or a movie star. Funny how the societal image of “sexy” has been flipped around isn’t it?
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Matt, thanks for the Porky’s link on BusinessPundit. Hilarious!
I read your post about Ashley. The level of self-loathing–indeed the correct term–that women have for themselves in the civilized West is unbelievable. It is ingrained from the time we are girls, and yes, the media has a big role.
I never believed the claim, thinking it the domain of morally stifled elders, until I left the country for six months to go to a place in Africa where I wasn’t exposed to the constant “lose weight, fatso!” message that the media here perpetuates. I came home and, to my surprise, experienced a negative self-image for the first time in months. The environment in which this self-hatred festers is incredibly relevant.
Also, shooting off the cuff regarding liposuction, I have heard that it removes fat, but encourages cellulite. The result? Another no-win situation wrt the female body. It’s a sad situation. Nice work looking into it, as a guy.
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