“You actually look cute for someone your size.” This was the ‘compliment’ given to me this last weekend by a 5’1 size 2, DD-implant sporting, extension-wearing elf named “Krystal with a ‘K’”. My size? I didn’t really know how to react. I stared at her dumbfounded at the fact that she could manage to spew such vile words to a woman she had met just minutes before. My size? As if ‘my size’ was some unseen, unheard of and unimaginable mass. When I mentioned that I was a size 12, she seemed incredibly perplexed. It was as if she didn’t know what to do with a pretty-girl face on a size 12 body. This just can’t be!
I spent this last weekend at Stagecoach, one of the largest country music festivals on the west coast, with this year’s attendance reaching close to 60,000. I, for one, am not a country music fan, but decided to attend the event to help out a friend. This event was packed with Daisy Duke wearing, breast baring bimbos (this is based on my two days spent at the fair, where I counted one in three women to fit this description), and sweet little Krystal with a K happened to be one of them.
I almost laughed when I saw the expression on Krystal’s face concerning my size. As the words size 12 made their way out of my mouth, her face seemed to morph into a frozen, terrified expression. She sized me up and looked at me as if I weighed 400 lbs, disgusted, yet somewhat intrigued. I was pretty sure that she was going to faint from the mere thought that my size was in the ‘double digits.’ (To be completely honest though, I wasn’t that worried about her falling down, as I was sure she would be generously cushioned by her ample $10,000-she told me the cost- breasts).
After Krystal and I finished our rousing seven minute-long conversation, she headed back to the bar to drink her astonishment away. After she left, I stayed in the VIP area bewildered: since when did it become acceptable to make such a comment to someone? What if we replaced ‘size’ with race, or gender, or age, or sex, or even sexual orientation? There would be an outcry that would spread across the United States, and finally, an anti-discriminatory bill would be set in motion. Yet, when referring to someone’s weight, it is tolerable and even sometimes suitable to say whatever is ‘necessary.’ How incredibly unfair is it that our society allows such filth to be a permissible topic of discussion.
I was encouraged to see that within five minutes of my conversation with Krystal, country singer Miranda Lambert took the stage. She is a beautiful singer who is proud of her size 6/8 body. She has made a statement that she is not willing to ‘sell out’ and transform her body for Hollywood. She has been on the country scene since 2003, and is doing very well for herself. Despite the ignorance that Krystal showed in our conversation, I was incredibly happy to see Lambert up on stage, belting out incredible songs, and swaying her curvy figure to the different melodies. Maybe there is some hope for the future…