» Dani’s Diary
Dani is proud of her sister and follows her into academia, and she is perplexed by our nation’s body-image confusion
Last week my sister wrote about her forthcoming exam results. Well, she got them and she did fantastically.
“In September I’ll be starting work towards a degree. I’m going to need extra hours in the day”
If I could I would personally stick two very big fingers up at all those prats who keep claiming that the reason people are passing is because the exams are getting easier. Have these people actually sat the exams and done the course work? I doubt it. Each year they say the same thing. How about a congratulations every now and then?
You can tell I am proud of my little sister. She did what I couldn’t be bothered to try and do. She got into her first choice university and even got the room she had asked for.
You don’t hear the newspapers and their reporters saying we won more medals at the Olympics because the competitions have become easier do you? No! Well, my moan should be over by now but I don’t really want it to be. It really bothers me. Why do we not allow ourselves to be proud of anything? Or at least why do those people who seem to have the opinions that make it on to the news always put a massive dampener on everything.
So as my sister heads off to live on campus I embark on my own adventure, albeit closer to home. In September I will be starting work towards a degree. I will be working full-time, writing this and doing a degree. I am going to need to create extra hours in the day to be able tomake it work, but I can try if I want to.
On an entirely different note: please can someone tell me what is wrong with the body of the woman in the new Special K advert? To me she looks perfectly fine – nice and curvy. But she still needs to diet so she can look exactly the same? I hate Special K adverts. Not one of the people in the ads actually loses any weight or needs to for that matter. I’m continually bothered by this whole weight issue. Especially when my friends feel they need to diet when in actual fact they look fine – more than fine.
Since when did we stop learning to love what we have? (I mean this only to a degree; the morbidly obese should learn to exercise.) There was that woman in the newspapers not so long ago who had become the fattest woman to have triplets (or something along those lines). How is she going to be able to care for three children when she clearly doesn’t respect herself?
I understand that some people just can’t help the size they are. And it is the same when the tables are turned. I cannot help that I am skinny. I would give anything to grow a few inches and put on a few pounds, and generally look like a woman rather than a girl but it doesn’t seem to happen.
Pick up a girls’ magazine nowadays and you will find a column on how we should love our curves and on the next page details on how to become Kate Moss thin. Is it any wonder we eat cereal three times a day!
