Recently, in a large city, a poster featuring a very young, extremely thin, dramatically tanned woman appeared in the window of a gym. The caption on the poster said, "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"
A middle-aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym. This is what she wrote:
To Whom It May Concern:
Here are the facts:
Whales are always surrounded by friends such as dolphins, sea lions, even curious humans. They have an active sex life, get pregnant and have adorable baby whales.
They have a wonderful time with dolphins, stuffing themselves with shrimp. They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia, the Bering Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia. Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs.
They are incredible creatures and have virtually no predators other than humans. They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.
On the other hand, Mermaids don’t exist.
If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psychoanalysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human?
They don’t have a sex life because, according to mythology, they kill any men who get close to them.
And, hello? How could they have sex? Just look at them … where is IT? Therefore, they aren’t able to have any precious babies either.
Not to mention, who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?
The choice is perfectly clear to me:
I want to be a whale.
P.S. We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver, and a piece of chocolate with my friends. With time, we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies.
So we aren’t heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy.
So, as of today, when I look at my butt in the mirror instead of whining, I will think:
Good grief, look how smart I am!