"You're not fat!"
That's what we always expect to hear when we complain to our girlfriends/boyfriend when we feel fat. Or what we're expected to answer when one of our girlfriends complain that she is fat too.
I remember in one of my anthropology class that this is actually a cultural act that we play out everyday in our daily lives. And the interesting thing is that we all know the script to this act, without having to explicitly learn about it.
Why?
My mum says it to my dad.
Television shows always show it too.
How are we not to know then?
What is the ideal weight? What is beauty? Is skinny really pretty? Is plump or overweight really bad? Where is the line between overweight and normal? Why are we always bombarded with advertisements on weight loss programs, hoodia diet pills ads and so forth?
Again and again, never ending. And the best part? We all contribute to this continuous obsession over beauty too. We're all guilty of it.
Isn't it wonderful?
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