As a college student who is a bit older, wiser and more realistic than many of my classmates, I sometimes observe these kids (I'm sorry, but if you're 18, you're still a kid). After watching young guys gawk and leer at girls, I am pretty sure that their opinions of beauty are tragically skewed. Thanks to supermodels and Paris Hilton, men now think a woman is sexy only if she's somewhere between Victoria Beckham and Karen Carpenter.
|I'm sorry, but if a strong wind comes through this chick is gone.|
So I see these testosterone-fueled males ogling girls in the hallways, and they smirk and make rude comments about beautiful, healthy girls being too "chunky" or having an ass that's "too many handfuls" but drool all over the chick whose size-zero skinny jeans are loose. Seriously? I want to grab these girls and scream at them, "EAT SOMETHING ALREADY!"
Maybe that's why I love my husband so much. He can't stand bone-thin women (obviously). His celebrity crushes are Carrie Underwood, J-Lo, Jennifer Garner and Marilyn Monroe. Granted, he does like Lady GaGa and Kate Beckinsale, but that's because one's a freak and the other is a vampire.
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Since me and these other wonderful, fabulous women are going after goals of healthier lives, we have to keep in mind that while the rest of the world may have distorted versions of what is sexy, we can set our own standards. Besides, we're all hot already anyway.