The AVERAGE Woman.

Average: (adj.) AV-er-ij, AV-rij: typical, commonplace, ordinary, undistinguished or uninteresting; without individuality.

The average woman. It’s a phrase that is used with some frequency in literature that is usually meant to make us feel better about ourselves (being a woman, myself).

“The average woman in the United States, weighing in at 162.9lbs, wears a size 14 in jeans.”
‘The average woman will date 24 men before finding ‘Mr. Right’.”
“The average woman will attempt and fail at a diet 8 times”

Women’s view of themselves is so skewed. If you’ve never heard of Body Dysmorphic Disorder, it is a mental illness in which one is unable to focus on anything but a specific flaw or flaws, whether real or imagined. It is most commonly noted in girls who are obviously and dangerously thin and perceive themselves to be disgustingly overweight. I think that the number of women affected by BDD is severely underestimated.

Seeing isn't always believing.

So here is the reason I am blogging to you about my body mass woes. I found a website that lets you plug-in your stats (height, weight, pant size, shirt size, and body shape) and it brings up photos of real participating girls who have the same stats. It shows you a range of women who are built similarly to you, you know, kinda for perspective.
I plugged in my numbers. What I got was a pleasant surprise. The bodies that were shown were quite a bit thinner than I perceive myself to be, and after consult, several people agreed that they were similar to mine.So… of course I started tweaking the stats until I was given pictures that matched the idea of myself that I hold. To get pictures that look like the me in my head, I had to increase my weight by 25lbs, increase my pant size by 3 sizes and double my shirt size. I guess I have a long way to go before I have a healthy body image, but this helped me on a bad day. I hope it does the same for you.
Before you go play in the gallery, please let me say this: I have yet to meet a woman who was undistinguished (at least in some little way), uninteresting (there is SOMETHING interesting in every woman), or lacking individuality (we are all unique creatures, formed by our experiences). So I guess that means that none of us are AVERAGE. We’re all beautiful, flaws and all. So here I am raising a glass to all of my stretch marks, dimples, and acne; they come with the nice hair, sense of humor, and rocking legs. I think its time we like us for us. Cheers to thighs that touch at the top, arms that wiggle when you wave, and having room in my schedule to do something other than think about what I shouldn’t eat and living at the gym. Before you navigate away, drop a line in the comment box and tell me the BEST 3 things about yourself. Be brave, you’re beautful after all.
May I present: The Body Gallery .

13 responses to “The AVERAGE Woman.

  1. 1)My sense of humor 2) My relationship with Christ 3) Muh best fwand sur joe. She’s brilliant and hilarious and intuitive. Thank you for this post. Inspiring.

    • I’m not one of your best features… But here: let me help
      – You’ve got those crazy cool blind people eyes.
      – In the Rebel Race our legs looked like the belonged in Runner’s World Mag.
      – Your heart is pretty presh.
      last but not least:
      – Your descending aorta is so sexy it makes me uncomfortable to be close to you.

  2. 3 best things about myself:

    My legs (they drop fat the fastest)
    My boobs (even if I did have to pay for them)
    My arms (they are no longer scrawny, like before basic training, but they also aren’t flabby! yay!)

    I think I have a fairly good image of myself, because many of the pictures that showed up were just like the way I see myself. Not overweight, but could stand to loose a few pounds before the beach wedding. Haha.

      • Yay!!! I wish I could be there to work on them too:( Why did I have to pick the cheapest man on Earth?! Haha. Well, hopefully I can convince James to fly to the states a few days early, that way maybe we could have some time to get everything ready then as well!

  3. I still have good hair.
    My feet are big enough to give me stability.
    My body as a whole has been healthy (no hospitalizations except tonsils and babies) and faithful to allow me to do the things I have wanted to do.

    Just between us girls, all of our bodies are going to get old and sag one day. It’s best not to place too much importance on how they look. To misquote MLK, why don’t we judge one another accoring to the content of our character instead of the size of the container?!

    • Your donk… don’t forget your donk, Ma.

      And I would venture to say that the reason that value is no longer placed on content of one’s character, is that it is no longer a value that our society as a whole hold. If you look at the political ads, you’ll note that the digs taken at the candidates have morphed to a lot of physical low-shots, as opposed to strikes taken at their political stances.

      Perhaps if we would exercise our characters the way we do our bodies, perhaps we wouldn’t suck so bad.

  4. Thank you for your post. It’s honesty really rang true to me. As a 27 year old woman I constantly put my self under so much pressure to look “perfect”. However, I am learning perfect doesn’t exist….unless you have good self esteem and are content with your own beautiful self.

    What I love about my body:
    1) my awesome legs
    2)killer hazel eyes
    3) pretty boobs

    I’m greatful not to be average….I’m unique!

  5. I actually found this a while ago on Pinterest and found it fascinating. When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is fat and rolls, but when I looked at that website and saw other women who are the same as me, I found them to be beautiful. I have had a very hard time with my body since a young age and I don’t know that I will ever be completely content with how I look. But what I do know is that it’s up to me to find myself beautiful. It does not come from other women, my parents or a man; my validation comes from me. And I can only hope that other women out there who struggle with body disorders can realize the truth. They are beautiful and so much more than a number on a scale.

    • We all seem to be harder on ourselves than we are on others, don’t we? I think the key that I have found just this last year is that my worth is so much more than my body, it’s just the wrapper. You are an incredible woman and the number on the scale is irrelevant.

      PS, travelsofthepoorandboring? BRILLIANT. Only jealous that I didn’t think of it first!


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