Women are always reading or talking about their numbers. Numbers of years they’ve lived. Number of gray hairs they’ve found. Numbers rising on the scale. I feel and have mostly felt throughout my own life of numbers that it’s craziness when we boil our lives down to numbers (particularly those looking back at us …
Weight
Yesterday, I heard a discussion on numbers and how they define us. Particularly, numbers pertaining to women’s age and weight. The crux of the conversation was this: Women HATE to tell folks how old they are or what they weigh, because if the numbers don’t jive with what society deems acceptable, women feel diminished. The …