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How big a problem is body image? Just check all these email offers to regrow my head fur, lose surplus luggage and enlarge various body mechanisms.
I knew
body image industry was getting out of control when my wife called to me. "Honey, I got another of those emails."
"Which emails?" I asked.
"It asks how I compare to
other men in
locker room."
"Uh-huh..." I wondered where this was going.
"Well, I'm worried."
Uh-oh. Suddenly I was worried.
"I've never been there."
"Where?" I asked.
"In
locker room."
"That's great news," I said with relief.
"But how will I know," she complained, "how I compare to
other men in
locker room."
"How do I compare?" That is
question some evil sorcerer has planted in far too many hearts. My little brother was a body-building enthusiast in his youth. Now in his flabby years, he is too shy to wear a swimming suit in public ... except under his parka.
Why do so many people limit themselves by asking, "How do I compare?" Why do we allow other people to set our standards? Why don't we paint our own portraits? I wrote a short fairy tale on this in my book, Climb Your Stairway to Heaven. The fairytale is reprinted here: http://www.thehappyguy.com/Self-Esteem-Three-Pigs.html
So who sets these standards? TV, advertising, catalogs. Skimming through
Sears catalogue, I discovered that women are supposed to be anorexic and men are not allowed to leave
gym. Thin hair is a no-no, and gray hair is out of
question. And nobody in Catalogue Land ever ages. What an education! I guess I'm just not normal.
But I don't have time to worry about being normal. I have to keep my eyes open for police officers. After shedding it's fur coat, my face is once again flouting those public decency ordinances.
