So, I have a really itchy armpit.
It was actually really funny.
Sexist oppression? No
DH would love me if I looked like a wooly mammoth
He’s probably glad I don’t, but I think there are two really important things necessary in a good relationship.
One: The ability to tell the other person something about how they look is not so nice without starting a fight.
Two: The devotion to stay even if that thing can’t/won’t be changed.
You may recall another recent comic where DH’s character inadvertently calls Violet fat.
In that comic Violet threatens murder, but in reality, I rather agreed with him.
My personal mass
There is probably a 30 lb range within which I still look “normal”.
That is, anywhere from 125-155 looks acceptable on my frame. I guess that makes me lucky.
I weigh 125 or less, I start to look pretty gross. I remember at 122lbs in college a professor stopped me in the halls and said, “Oh hey Violet, you look…you look…gooooooooood?” as he viewed me with sympathy and terror—trying to ascertain if I was dying, a drug-addict, or both
And if I weight 155 or more than I start to seem really rotund. What my favorite uncle kindly refers to as Rubenesque. But it’s really more like a busted can of biscuit dough.
I currently weigh 154 lbs
So DH was well within matrimonial-propriety to let me know I was approaching the top of my fat-ceptibility
And that’s the point I’m trying to make with this comic, this blog post, and in general about healthy relationships, is, you can mention stuff, but don’t be rude, and don’t threaten to leave if they don’t fix it right away.
DH doesn’t exfoliate
Why? Because he is a man. A manly man. A lumberjacky, out-in-the-wilderness-killing-cougars-with-his-bare-hands type of man.
Not that type of cougar.
And his dead skin tends to build up in a way that doesn’t feel very nice when I run my hands down his arm.