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I have spent all my life trying to be thin. Or, well. sometimes I try harder than others but these past few summers I have been on the thin bang wagon again, and generally by the end of summer, I wonder if I have cancer.
I am still not at all Japanese thin. Even the parts pictured above are quite un-thin by Japanese standards. My thighs are still Jfat. I have two or three kilos of flab on each thigh. They are wobbly and gross, but just lately I have been able to see, vaguely, the structure of the muscles in my thighs for the first time in about 30 years.
I am 49. The older one gets, the thinner one has to be to look thin, because ones muscles sag and disappear. I am sure my tits were higher before.
And I think that I am likely to die fat, unlike many Japanese people. It is still an effort. I read a Japanese doctor’s advice column in a local newspaper recently where the doctor advised old folks to eat over the winter. Many Japanese old folks seem to need encouragement to eat – lest they frail away – rather than cut their calories.
One of the reasons I think I am likely to iie fat is, have you note, that no matter how thin I get I think these days I look like an old codger rather than a ripped beast. See me here looking at my tablet, am I enjoying the view? Not so much. I am smirking. I know that this is not succulent. So what is the point!?
One of the things about being flabby is that, like so many other addictive situations, it creates an emotion that is ‘cured’ by worsening the situation. "Oh, my gosh I am flabby, what downer, lets eat some cake", I think. Cake and calories are fun, euphoric, happy making, especially in an anti-self-loatiing kind of way.
One of the first things about a Japanese diet is perhaps to get into a bit of masochism. Even Christianity sometimes says that this world is a viel of tears, but the Buddhist Japanese are more into suffering (ku), especially as an aesthetic (wabi-sabi).
To be thin Japanese style you have to give up on the feel-good, euphoric, suckling on the breast happiness that we take for granted. You, I, need to get to enjoy a Kafkan "isn’t life a bitch, but pretty" or not so ugly, kind of pain and aesthetic gain.
Dieter Rams
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