**A note to my readers: In hindsight, it’s probably a terrible idea to post this the day after our national day of overeating. For this, I apologize.**
The other night, I walked into my friendly neighborhood Cheeburger Cheeburger restaurant to order my favorite salad.
(No seriously, I ordered a grilled chicken salad. And it was delicious.)
A local high school kid was standing behind the counter, her hair messily twisted up into a bun. She was friendly enough, but she would SO much rather have been Facebooking than taking my order.
And let’s be honest….me too.
As I was waiting for my salad, I looked to my left and saw a cut out of Marilyn Monroe in a slinky red number.
For some reason, I said aloud,
I heard that Marilyn Monroe wore a size 12 in real life. I don’t think that cut out does do her justice. She was quite curvy.”
My small-hipped teenage friend cocked her head to one side, arched her eyebrows in shock, and exclaimed,
You mean she wasn’t THIN?!?”
At this point, I had two options. I could launch into a feminist tirade about sizes and body perception and outside pressure to appear a certain way, in a certain size, at a certain age.
Instead, I just doubled her tip. After all, this girl had just written my next blog post.
Disclaimer: Since then I’ve done my research and realized that Marilyn probably wasn’t a size 12. By today’s standards she may only have been as large as a size 10. Gasp.
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