Perfect fat bottoms

I’ve been labouring through Stephen Fry’s ‘The Fry Chronicles’, and as excruciating the monotony of the pomp it may be, it’s hard not to endear yourself to his twatty youth.

I’m just at the part where he is detailing his own self loathing and unhappiness and how he thinks it all stems from having a passionate hate for his physical self. Well he isn’t Robinson Crusoe in that wave of thought, imagine growing up in this day and age where media is the new religion and we consume it like it was the blood of Christ himself. And every cover of a magazine shows an unobtainable figure of a new starlet’s photo-shopped body or face. And what does it all do for the subject or the viewers? Makes us all feel sick enough to be turned off our food or to feel guilty about eating anything.

It is my prime hate of the world, closely followed by lack of vision in politics and too much politicking. Where we have pitched ourselves as a culture so fervently desperate for perfection in ourselves creates an unhealthy relationship with eating. What I notice here in Central America – or at least in the South is a distinct lack of magazine covers, it’s quite refreshing.

I can’t speak for anyone’s personal happiness although beyond the desperation of the poor to find their next meal, Central America seems more concerned with family and food to be bothered about whether their bum looks big in their jeans. Their bums do look big in their jeans, but let’s face it we should all be enjoying our food more than obsessing about the calorie intake and the extra kms on the treadmill it will take to tackle its consumption.

As a Nutritionist of course I’m not saying we should guts ourselves silly just for the sake of it, but I do believe our relationship with food is suffering from the relationship we have with false media. The constant seeking for perfection and it’s inevitable failure is only good for pharmaceutical companies selling false happiness in little pills. Things may not be perfect in my world, but I am feeling huge surges of happiness with close to perfection beautifully hand crafted corn tortillas filled with avocado, beans and organic chicken, topped with hellicious hot sauce.

“one more margarita please, and make sure it has fresh lime in it”

xx