Image: Joni Edelman.
Let’s say you’re casually chatting over coffee with a group of female friends when one pipes up with something like this, “Oh I only use SOY milk in my coffee. We are not meant to drink milk. And no artificial sweeteners. They give you cancer! Did you not know that?”
Perhaps you’re at a playdate and you pull out a juice box only to see that mum pierce you with her judgey eyes and say, “We don’t do juice. It’s empty calories. You really could just give them a cup of sugar.”
You know exactly the type I speak of.
Later that night you might just find this same woman crouched in her guest bathroom inhaling an entire pack of brownies, washed down with a big gulp of diet Pepsi, while reading People magazine by the light of her iPhone. Hypocrite.
All of that was the long route to telling you that I strive to practice what I preach.
I said (on TV, to Rachael Ray, so there are a few million witnesses): If you want a bikini body, put a bikini on your body.
And in that vein I present you with this: (Post continues in and after gallery.)
Was it hard to put on a bikini and stand in front of a camera? No. That was, in truth pretty easy. The harder part was standing in a freezing cold pool. And also standing motionless like a cruel game of freeze tag where no one ever tags you back in.
And also, seeing myself in a bikini. That is also hard.
As it turns out it’s easier to preach than practice. Hypocrisy makes me irritable.
I’m not being hyperbolic when I say all people are beautiful. But if I may offer a clarification, by beautiful I don’t mean only physically appealing. Because what the hell is beauty anyway?
In the West African country Mauritania fat is valued—desirable even. So much so that they send young girls away from home to gain weight. To get fat on purpose. There are countries that value light skin and countries where you’d better not show up with red hair and freckles lest ye be banished to the wastelands.
This is real. Dichotomy abounds.