I tried on a pair of hubby's jeans...just to see...
Just shoot me now, everyone!!!
His BMI is 21.8% although I would have guessed no more than 18% at the most!!! My dang BMI is hanging on for dear life to 27.3% OMG!!! I'm a fat, disgusting cow! Moooooooo--vvvve over hubby...or you'll be flattened!
He is tall and very thin looking, with the slender-non-body-building thing going on. Although he is very trim and fit and athletic, he's just not ever going to be a muscular guy.
Then there's me...a shorty who's got bigger calves than his thighs are even when I'm less than 100 lbs. And I'm not kidding...we measured when I was 100lbs--his calf and my calf...I'm a fat cow, no matter how skinny I get. At least one thing nice about my body type...No one ever guesses the truth about how much I weigh. I'm very muscular under all this fat...and heavy. Therefore, even when my BMI says I'm 'obese' (which it no longer does, thank God!) I don't look that way.
But that's why I must lose to a BMI of 17%. It's the only way I'll ever look like an average thin person. Really!
No. I don't think I have body dysmorphic disorder.
Oops... I just looked it up. Hmmmm...taking out a bunch of credit cards to get 5 cosmetic surgeries (which I never actually got to go through with), or obsessing about all the things I think are wrong with my appearance, or hating the way I look to the point of staying home from social settings--maybe I do.
Well we can't all be sane. Somebody's got to make the rest of the world seem normal.
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