Average: (adj.) AV-er-ij, AV-rij: typical, commonplace, ordinary, undistinguished or uninteresting; without individuality.
The average woman. It’s a phrase that is used with some frequency in literature that is usually meant to make us feel better about ourselves (being a woman, myself).
“The average woman in the United States, weighing in at 162.9lbs, wears a size 14 in jeans.”
‘The average woman will date 24 men before finding ‘Mr. Right’.”
“The average woman will attempt and fail at a diet 8 times”
Women’s view of themselves is so skewed. If you’ve never heard of Body Dysmorphic Disorder, it is a mental illness in which one is unable to focus on anything but a specific flaw or flaws, whether real or imagined. It is most commonly noted in girls who are obviously and dangerously thin and perceive themselves to be disgustingly overweight. I think that the number of women affected by BDD is severely underestimated.
So here is the reason I am blogging to you about my body mass woes. I found a website that lets you plug-in your stats (height, weight, pant size, shirt size, and body shape) and it brings up photos of real participating girls who have the same stats. It shows you a range of women who are built similarly to you, you know, kinda for perspective.
I plugged in my numbers. What I got was a pleasant surprise. The bodies that were shown were quite a bit thinner than I perceive myself to be, and after consult, several people agreed that they were similar to mine.So… of course I started tweaking the stats until I was given pictures that matched the idea of myself that I hold. To get pictures that look like the me in my head, I had to increase my weight by 25lbs, increase my pant size by 3 sizes and double my shirt size. I guess I have a long way to go before I have a healthy body image, but this helped me on a bad day. I hope it does the same for you.
Before you go play in the gallery, please let me say this: I have yet to meet a woman who was undistinguished (at least in some little way), uninteresting (there is SOMETHING interesting in every woman), or lacking individuality (we are all unique creatures, formed by our experiences). So I guess that means that none of us are AVERAGE. We’re all beautiful, flaws and all. So here I am raising a glass to all of my stretch marks, dimples, and acne; they come with the nice hair, sense of humor, and rocking legs. I think its time we like us for us. Cheers to thighs that touch at the top, arms that wiggle when you wave, and having room in my schedule to do something other than think about what I shouldn’t eat and living at the gym. Before you navigate away, drop a line in the comment box and tell me the BEST 3 things about yourself. Be brave, you’re beautful after all.