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February 2017



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the heartbreak of armpit fat.

I have just discovered the official silliest piece of fatphobia I have ever encountered in my born days.

Apparently, we are all now supposed to be terrified of exposing our unsightly armpit fat.

Based on my admittedly cursory internet research, and exemplified by the image above, I would worry about the health consequences for any woman concerned with armpit fat, because it would suggest that she is not doing her breast self-exam properly. What we see above, in the damning orange circles, is in fact part of the boob. And the problem is that Madam is not wearing a properly-fitting bra, as the one illustrated above is at least two cup sizes too small and one band size too large. The little metal bits (we call them 'underwires') are meant to lie flat against the ribcage, not sit halfway up Mount Doom like the track of a sidehill hoofer.

Why yes, I am supposed to be writing a novel. Why do you ask?

But the patriarchy is in my armpits. Some things just can't wait.


Years ago (as in, 25 or so), Special K ran an ad campaign with a slogan of something like "can you pinch an inch?" Of course, almost anyone who isn't toned rock solid can, indeed, pinch an inch. And thus, everyone was too fat and needed their (neither low calorie nor high fiber) cereal.

Edited at 2013-01-02 10:44 pm (UTC)
Longer ago than that, even; I remember it in the UK in the '70s. At the time, I was six-foot odd and nine stone or thereabouts, pretty much the definition of skeletal adolescent boy, not a spare ounce of fat anywhere - and yes, I could still pinch an inch.