A single chin?

"A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction."
- Oscar Wilde

I had a funny moment today while looking in the mirror. For a few weeks now, I've noticed that my shoulder width as well as back fat are slowly decreasing but I found myself looking, wondering what has changed. It's not a largely shocking change, but I am slowly starting to notice that my face is once again emerging.

While I have been heavier for the majority of my life, I was lucky enough that I had a slimmer longer face instead of a stubby round one. The majority of the time this was my saving grace (along with my large chest) which allowed me to once in awhile have a photograph taken without cringing and screaming in horror. This however changed over the last few and when my photograph was taken my lovely eyes and mouth were no longer there. What sat in front of me was an image of a couple chins that were being swallowed by the neck and body attached to them. Who I thought I was, was no longer there.

It's a tad bewildering to think that one section of our bodies that really does nothing but sit there, has such an importance of how people see us and interpret our level of health. I remember being younger and talking with my Grandmother about someone in the our area that thankfully, in my Grandmothers opinion, was lucky enough to have a slim face and chin while the rest was over weight. Well thank goodness for that. If the chins had been there, would she have just been fat without the pretty. Pretty Fat is all good right?

While health and beauty is based on our face, at what point to we cross the line of being youthful, healthy and full, to the "fat face" section of the magazine? Is it alright that my ass won't fit in a pair of particular pants as long as I can fool people into thinking I'm healthy because I don't have a double chin?

I'm thankful that my chin is slowly making an appearance again to our adoring audience. I'm just hoping that being larger hasn't ruined my chances of living without a neck waddle. Suck and tuck chin, suck and tuck.

Also, there is one thing I am certain of in these days of confusion. If I die, I don't want people saying, "She was fat, but had a pretty face." or have their last statement of me be, "Boy...was she fat." I'd much rather be remembered for something a touch more important. I'll take one of those average sized coffins thank you. While excess is sometimes a good thing, such as with money, I'll take a single serving size on the coffin and the chin. 

Chin chin cheerio, 

Gillian