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Originally Posted by rival
I've never been around a woman who didn't want to be thinner.
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[raises hand]
I just stepped on the scale and plugged my height and weight into a bmi calculator, and as usual, it indicates what I know is true. I'm too skinny. It isn't anything I try to do, I don't want to look this way. I'd like to have some curves; I'd kill to have breasts and hips big enough to wear a size 6 like Grace does.
She tells me I shouldn't even get on the scale. Exercise and eat healthy and let my body find its own natural weight, which for me seems to be about 112-115 at 5' 7'. But I can't help but look at her, with round hips and full breasts and curves from top to bottom, and look at me, with my hip bones and bottom ribs showing and breasts so small that I only wear a bra because it's a social convention, and I can't help but be envious.
I know I'm physically healthy, and that's what is most important, but I don't really like being built like a 12 year old boy.
She tells me she thinks I'm beautiful, but she has to say that because she loves me and she thinks I have a poor body image that she needs to prop up through constant reminders.
Grace may be the only woman I know who is completely satisfied with her how her body looks. Her face is another story--she's beautiful, but has some burn marks on one side that she is convinced are hideous. How a woman can look as good as she does and be so obsessed with such a small thing baffles me.