“Is juice fattening?”
Across the table, our friend grabs the innocent Ceres box
and starts reading the nutritional information. It’s a little Ceres juice box.
If you don’t see anything wrong with this situation, then you’re either in way
too deep or – you’re a man.
“Fruit juice contains a lot of natural sugar…. Blah blah
fructose blah blah don’t have it often blah” she begins to lecture the one who
posed the question of juice. The
question asker already has an amazing boyfriend and the answerer is skinny.
At this point, I flinched inwardly. I can’t begin to
fathom how people can carry a level of neurosis so severe that they analyse
juice boxes. Yet, it also makes me realise how grateful I am for a healthy body
image. No, I’m not telling you I’m fat in a subtle way, I’m telling you I don’t
super analyse everything I eat and I carry a self love for myself that is
deeper than a 300ml juice box. By my experience, the neurosis is evident in
females that are already skinny.
How do you deal
with living in an environment where every second girl is paranoid about what
they eat and complains about eating 10 biscuits? I phone my mother, and she
reminds me of what is real, what isn’t and whether or not I’m being dramatic.
What kind of life, do you live, worrying about this material body when there
are higher orders of thought to maintain? To cultivate spirituality, to garner
friends that can see beyond your body and to develop a successful career are
some things I’d rather focus on than the fat content of juice. I have nothing
against eating healthy. I have concern for people that are crazy about being
skinny.
Perhaps it’s an eating disorder. I say it’s a matter of
manning the hell up and learning to be happy with yourself.
