Weight & Culture

It is no coincidence that women in California are a size 2 on average while women in Texas are a 10+.

I am surrounded by and include myself in a group of women who constantly look in the mirror & are unsatisfied. My sister, a perfect 10 on the beauty scale is 5'3'', 100 lbs, tans year 'round, whitens her teeth, avoids the clearance racks, and defines herself by all of these things. This girl must be miserable.

My mom is 5'1'', incredibly busty blonde, a bitch on her best day, and gets a good scold on her fried chicken. A breath of fresh air to be around.

I find myself comfortably in between.

You see, food is the centerpiece of southern tradition. We plan our life around our meals.
Jim: "Can you come fix my tractor t'marra night?"
Bill: "You bet, after supper; Sarah's cookin' a roast."

Liz: "Hey sugar, lets get together n talk."
Jane: "Oh Id love to, I'll make us a pie."

My point is, us women cannot be expected to be the same weight and have the same appearance as those who arent southern.
I was recently watching a show called Southern Bells. The women were like my sister...the only thing southern about them was their birthplace. They were well kept, on the verge of starvation, and sittin at home while their husbands made their shopping money. This could not be further from the definition of a southern bell. They should have had my mother and I on the show..

I'm 5'4' 135 lbs, blonde, curvy in college to be a school teacher. I like raising pigs, ridin horses, huntin deer, and Im not done with lunch before Im plannin supper. Im tee shirt and levi's with whatever shoes don't have horse shit on 'em and I been known to wear my boots to church. My favorite color is camo and there aint a song miranda lambert wrote that I dont know. I cuss like a sailor when Im being lady like and though I like a glass of wine with dinner sometimes, Bud Light is my drink of choice. Damn right I cant stand a yankee, & from what I can tell they cant stand me neither. I been plannin a weddin since I was 12 & Ive got all my babies named; at 20 I should have had a couple by now. I aint afraid to sweat and if there is one thing farm life will teach ya, its that there aint no such thing as "man and woman's work". Ladies, if ya want it done...putchya boots on & go do it.

As appetizing as that lettuce looks, ill stick with my meat n potata's