The whole idea of being called by physical attribute for my first name really bugs me, mostly because I begin to ask myself is that all people think of when they see me? And really if that's all you see and think it's ok... I just don't want you to share that with me... I embrace living in denial. I also want you to know that if you ever call me Gorda or Gordita (fatty), and expect me to respond...it may not be with words to your liking. All I'm saying is: If you can't remember my government name always opt for "Hey Preciosa (Gorgeous)!"
May be it's my assimilation into American culture that has made it NOT OK to call someone by a physical feature. I mean to all my Spanish speaking readers who think there's nothing wrong with being called Flaca or Gorda...I want you to go to the grocery store and in English say the following to someone " Excuse me fatty..can I pass thru". All I'm saying is prepare for someone to take off their earrings, put on some rings, and smear vaseline all over their face, because those are fighting words.
However, in my culture... in my family... saying the above to a perfect stranger, is not only a norm, it's like giving them a compliment.It is quite normal for a Spanish pick up line to go a little like this:
"Ayy Madre Mia..mira esta gordita.. esta peligrosa!" Translation :" Oh mother of mine...look at this fatty...she's dangerous! " Two things 1) I'm puzzled as to how that phrase has worked as an accepted marriage proposal for centuries And 2) Even more puzzled as to why more Latino Men are not walking around with black eyes.
Funny quirk of mine is that in English I'm ok with calling myself a fatty. The distinction here is that only I can call myself that..and no one else, because in the American culture that I know...calling someone fat is an insult. But to be honest..if someone where to say to me "your such a fatty for inhaling that cupcake" I would respond with " I know" while I blushed in recognition of a very proud moment...no chewing !( <<<that takes practice and really is a true fatty accomplishment).
I suppose in Latin culture taking what you might think is your worst attribute and turning it into a term of endearment is way to appreciate how abstract and open to interpretation beauty can be...much like the Mona Lisa...
|Botero's Mona Lisa which I really think should have been named the Fluffy Lisa|
Today's post is again in honor of Lingerie's Loves Your Curves Blogathon. And today, I have to say I am loving my -4 pounds curves. I went back on the Belly Fat Cure (which I've been on and off) and also went all Gluten Free again ( really my body needs to stop rejecting gluten, so I can eat a cupcake in peace) and feel great! It also led me to come to the realization that when you start noticing beauty in the places you might not expect...like how gorgeous my fluffy rolls look as they glisten with sweat... the better able you are to release whatever you need to release (in my case some extra fluff) and move in the direction you are suppose to move in.
Enjoy Your Weekend!
Girl who's Government name is Cynthia