I’ll come right out and say it – I’m noticeably pear shaped and this has been the bane of my existence for close to thirty years. Likewise my mother before me is pear shaped. Hey Mum – you could have given me a little less of the hips and a bit more of the brains when you were doling out the genes – I’m just saying. I’ve been waging a war of wills against my hips for most of my adult life. Ever since I noticed them pop out of my denim capri pants at age 14, I’ve tried to bring them under forcible control through harsh diet and exercise. I know this makes about as much sense as a donkey trying to stretch its neck to look like a giraffe. Nevertheless the battle continues.
Reading through all the wonderful posts for the “I heart my body” campaign got me wondering what’s wrong with pears anyway. Why is being pear shaped something that you have to hide or reduce. Unlike the unfortunate custard apple they are not ugly fruit. Their sleek curves are elegant. Their flesh is juicy and sweet. Mmmmmmm.
What if the current standard of beauty shifted and carrying a little extra junk around the trunk became the gold standard of sexiness? Would we start seeing memes like these circulating on Facebook?
It looks like society is just starting to catch on. There are some encouraging signs from the world of pop culture. Jennifer Lopez and Kim Kardashian have achieved goddess status. ( For JLo this is partially due to being a multi-talented performer, for KK not so much) Beyonce has immortalized her celebrated shape with the catchy tune “Bootylicious”. We succulent pears should be pumping up the volume and shakin’ my money maker right? So why aren’t we?
Its baby steps for me. Here I am rocking an outfit that is completely wrong for my body type according to conventional wisdom. Trinny and Susannah would no doubt scold me for squeezing my large butt and short legs into denim three quarter lengths. However as I slide into middle age I have an increasing awareness that time is fleeting. I’ve wasted too much of it trying to change the unchangeable. I’m feed up with being the donkey trying to stretch its neck to be a giraffe. Its time the delectable pear took pride of place in the fruit bowl!