“I know, ” I said. “Sometimes I wonder if women could go a whole week without talking about
fat grams, and
She glanced out the window at the pink snow from the cherry tree.
“Why don’t women just get on with their lives instead of obsessing about their bodies? I really don’t get it.”
We had just hiked one of the St. Edward’s Park trails down to Lake Washington. The Seattle sun smiled on us and people laughed and told stories as dogs, kids, and trail runners met and then passed us.
“I think the windfall of media poisons our thinking, causing us to compare ourselves to photoshopped and airbrushed images. And since we see over 250,000 ads by the age of seventeen, we’re drowning in a tsunami of lies.” I ignored the beep my phone made to signal I’d received a text message. “It leads to a lot of comparing and coveting; wishing we had bodies that are not actually real.”
“That’s true,” Cindy said. She reached into her backpack to find her phone. “This whole business of coveting can drive us to despair. When we compare and covet something someone else has – like an image in a magazine that has been photoshopped- we buy into the lies of the Body Image Bandit. I heard a clip of Cindy Crawford saying, ‘I wish I looked like Cindy Crawford.’ She was talking about how the pictures of her in magazines don’t resemble her because of all the photoshopping.”
“Wow. That’s unbelievable,” I said. I noticed two kayaks paddling down on the waterfront. “Hey, want to go kayaking on Saturday?”
“Sure. Sounds fun. Let’s see if we can go on the Hood Canal to check out the seals you’ve been telling me about.” She got up and put her cup in the recycle bin. “I’m going to write a challenge to my Facebook friends to go a week in their real lives without talking about diets, sizes, workouts, and foods. I bet they’ll have better weeks because they won’t get into negative thinking patterns.”
“That sounds interesting,” I said. “Can’t wait to hear how it goes. See you Saturday.”
“You shall not covet your neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or his male or female servant, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.” Exodus 20:17