I'm not certain what ideas I have tied up with the fantasy of being thin. But they're things like:
- When I'm thin, I'll be able to buy and wear really great dresses
- When I'm thin, I'll be super-athletic, able to climb mountains and hike for days with ease, to go for hours-long bike rides in the city and not need to own a car
- When I'm thin, I won't have to go to the effort of approaching possible romantic partners anymore -- they will all come hit on me, and I will only have to pick and choose my lovers
- When I'm thin, my mother will be proud of me
For number two -- well, let's just say that I know at least a few naturally skinny people who get out of breath going up a flight of stairs. Thin is not the key to fitness.
Number three is just laziness, and I should get over it. It's not really fair to other people anyway, expecting them to do all the work. And the fourth -- well, deep down, I do know that my mom is proud of me for other reasons. Even if she would really like me to be thin.
Oh, also when I'm thin, I will be magically taller and inhumanly beautiful. I will look like a Tolkien elf and drift through my days in long, flowing chiffon gowns.
Do you have a fantasy of thinness?