Why do I worry about becoming fat? I can't claim to be insecure, I can't talk about a childhood experience that left me emotionally scarred for life, abusive parents..not even one, a lust for all kinds of fatty food which triggers an alarm response in my system making me skip meals..nope. In fact I can't think of one concrete reason that would make Freud lean forward in his chair and rub his hands together.
BUT I can admit that I have a fear of fat creeping up on me, unheeded, stealthy, molecule by molecule, until one day I will be like the man who couldn't walk out of his apartment cos he couldn't fit into the doorway anymore. Maybe its my generation? Maybe its a symptom of how shallow a person I am (though I honestly have no hang ups with other people being fat)? Maybe the constant presence on the television of stick insects parading around, defining the way women have to look? I don't know.
I know in the larger context this suggests a serious social consequence of the media portayal of 'attractive' women, but sticking (in persistently self centred fashion) to my own narrow perspective, I have to confess that some days when I'm trying on size zero pants in AEO and they fit perfectly, I'm happy with my irrational quirk.