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By: Stacy Dee

Stacy Dee — Mon, 14 Apr 2008 14:01:35 +0000

I have also noticed from working in the fashion and entertainment industry that the thin model types are the ones who seem to be the hardest on themselves about their weight and body image. Also their boyfriends and husbands do plenty to make them feel worse about their bodies, no matter how great they look. The key is to not give a damn, and trust the mirror and what you see as opposed to what some jerk tells you.

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By: drrobyn

drrobyn — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 21:15:14 +0000

These “secrets” are always interesting, to say the least. Studies show that it’s actually “normal” behavior now to diet and complain about your body. I find this particularly interesting since the men themselves are saying that they want curvy women. Did you see this in FHM?

http://kissmyassets.wordpress.com/2008/04/09/fhm-magazine-says-men-like-curvy-women/

Thanks Kate-

Dr. Robyn

By: i-geek

i-geek — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 13:49:27 +0000

EmilyG: “On the other hand, I used to wear this t-shirt that said “I’m Smart” on it– until complete strangers started calling me a bitch whenever I had it on.”

Unbelievable. You should have told them where they could have shirts printed up that say “I’m Rude.”

By: EmilyG

EmilyG — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 13:21:52 +0000

i-geek, me too! It’s so much easier for me to accept complements on my clothes/shoes/accessories than on prettiness or intelligence… unless it’s a complement on my teeth. I had braces for 6 years, dammit, I earned those teeth.

On the other hand, I used to wear this t-shirt that said “I’m Smart” on it– until complete strangers started calling me a bitch whenever I had it on.

By: i-geek

i-geek — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 00:48:37 +0000

Oddly enough, I never have a problem accepting compliments on something I’m wearing or something that I own. I own/drive a small, emerald-green hatchback, and I get a lot of comments telling me how cute the car is, how great the color is, etc. My response is usually along the lines of “Oh yeah, I love it! I stopped car shopping when I saw it.” Or if people comment on say, my shoes, I don’t hesitate to agree with them that my shoes are indeed cute. I wouldn’t wear them otherwise. And when people compliment me on my singing, I don’t disparage myself. I know that I can sing. I simply respond with “thank you”.

By: Charlotte

Charlotte — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 00:37:07 +0000

I’m a singer, and to this day (I’m 22) my mom still admonishes me to accept compliments graciously and humbly whenever I perform. ‘Cause you know, after all these years I’m suddenly going to become this conceited prideful monster, right? I guess the moral of the story is to take pride in what you do…but not too much.

By: buffpuff

buffpuff — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 23:03:30 +0000

An ex- colleague once complimented me on my new reading glasses and I immediately said, “I know aren’t they brilliant?” (just about to add that my mum originally found the wacky 50s-style frames in a bag bound for the trash in the charity shop she works in), and my ex-colleague, God love her, immediately got all arsey and started retracting the compliment because she thought I was agreeing with it too heartily. What are you expected to do? Say “Thanks but they’re horrible really and I look like a dog in them”?

By: kateharding

kateharding — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 23:02:05 +0000

Vivelafat, ((hugs))

My six year old daughter will often respond to compliments with, “Yes, I know!”

I can remember saying that once in my life, to my Great Aunt Bertha, who promptly handed me my ass for being such an egotistical little turd. I can still see the look on her face, and she’s been dead for decades.

By: K.A.

K.A. — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 22:49:07 +0000

I distinctly remember when I was a young kid in elementary school–perhaps in 1st or 2nd grade–sitting my bony ass and protruding ribs at the lunch table, affecting something akin to a valley girl accent while lamenting, “I can’t have this; I’m sooooo fat!” to my equally skinny friends as I ate my daily cookie. Why did we do this back and forth to each other at age 7? Because we were miming what older girls were SUPPOSED to say. Play-acting imprints the gender role eventually adopted as an adult, as we all know.

I have since gained weight and love my body more than ever, especially because my butt’s not bony anymore!