I asked this question to a group of women, “Would you rather be happy or thin?” One quipped, only somewhat jokingly I'm afraid, “What’s the difference?” Is there any? Where does thinness fall in the spectrum of personal goals (intelligence/success/happiness/love)? I’d hope it’s at the bottom, but I don’t believe it is.
After telling a racist joke, comedienne Sarah Silverman quips in her movie, Jesus is Magic: “I don’t care if you think I’m racist, as long as you don’t think I’m fat.” It’s only funny because it’s true. Women would rather hear a host of negative, pejorative labels about themselves than the word, “Fat.” Conniving, bitchy, anxious, sad, cunning, mean. As long as you don’t drop the f-bomb.