Whenever I see a movie that’s about the Greek or Roman era’s, I am stimulated to think about why the fashion of those times did not hold over. Toga’s, caftans and other loose and flowing garments were very much a part of the culture. Both men and women wore loincloths similar to Tarzan’s. Imagine life without wedgies!
Fashion has definitely changed, but I don’t think for the better. Most of what we wear is constricting and made so that the focus is on what we look like rather than what we feel like. Underwear is often uncomfortable, especially bras that have an underwire. I don’t know how many times I have taken a bra off and seen what looks like track marks under my breasts. I think that getting older does have something to do with clothing feeling claustrophobic. Perhaps that’s why my mother, who was a fashion plate in her youth, ended up wearing boxy trousers, loose t-shirts and shoes that looked like they belonged to a Hobbit.
In retrospect I realize that she finally said “the hell with how I look, I need to feel the freedom of loose clothing”. Eventually she didn’t even wear a bra, which I thought was appalling, especially when she went out in public. I thought what if people notice. Now I think who cares! Is there a bra police that reports you for going braless? I watch some women strutting their stuff in their tight blue jeans, little tops and heels that are 6 inches high and I think “Thank God it’s not me”. Oh I have moments of nostalgia when I remember how I poured myself into some of my hot little outfits. However, those are distant memories and I am enjoying some of the changes I have accommodated myself to like roomier clothing. I’ve found that you need the room since it seems that by the time the evening rolls around my body has somehow expanded. I don’t know why or how that happens, but you do end up feeling a little like a zeppelin. Even with my new found freedom, I still love steeping myself in the joys of disrobing. Nothing feels as good as taking everything off and slipping on a nice nightgown, robe and slippers. It feels like every part of my body sighs with relief and gratitude that at last it has permission to let everything “just hang out”.
I don’t know about you, but I am so tired of articles, books and discussion on talk shows about weight loss. I realize that January is a time for resolutions and losing weight seems to be on most people’s lists. But, let’s get real if you look around you know that all the rhetoric is not really making much of a difference.
As a nation we are getting fatter and fatter. Could it be that all the constant chatter is actually creating the opposite effect. Perhaps we are just like children who continue a negative behavior even though they have been chastised dozens of times. Maybe it’s more comfortable to be overweight because there are so many individuals who are.
I don’t have any answers to the problem other than what I consider to be common sense. If you eat less, and move more, you’ll get thinner. But because the problem has become so extensive, it has created a whole army of scam artists who make a living promising miraculous outcomes from a host of ridiculous diets.
If I need a good laugh I go to the book store and read the titles in the diet section. I know the customers around me are probably thinking I forgot to take my meds before I left the house, because my guffaws’ are rattling the building. There is always a book that has the word “ultimate” in it, as if you were about to embark on a quest for the holy grail. I love titles that contain the phrase “ The last diet you’ll ever go on”. Isn’t that a little like a death sentence. If you die it’s probably going to be the last time you’ll ever need to lose weight. In fact you might be the thinnest person in the cemetery. How about “Ten Pounds in Ten Seconds”. Of course I’m being facetious, but you’ve all seen the titles that promise quick results. The only way I know of to lose that much weight in that little time is to have your head cut off.
Then there’s the programs on TV that have individuals who are extremely overweight trying to climb a mountain with a log on their back or dragging a boat with twenty people in it. I call that a heart attack waiting to happen, but then all that really matters is ratings. Whatever happened to maintaining one’s dignity? I guess that doesn’t matter either.
Maybe, that’s the answer! If we thought more of ourselves, we just might lose weight to feel better. Now that’s an idea worth thinking about.