I watched ‘How To Look Good Naked’ today. I was intrigued by the promos from the show because it showed big beautiful women walking down the street and taking off their clothes!
The premise of the show appears to be a vehicle to raise the self esteem of the average woman who is constantly inundated by images of underfed waifs who are touted as what a woman should look like!
I am a big fan of America’s Next Top Model and I’ve dated a few women that wear size zero dresses. I’m also a fat boy and have been fat the majority of my life. Unlike many fat people, I love myself and have accepted the way I look. I also love the look of a full figured woman and I live in acity that has some of the most voluptuous women in the world.
Unfortunately, over the years, I have not met many fat people that love themselves or other fat people. That’s why I think this program is important.
The host of the show takes a voluptuous female and forces her to look at herself, perhaps for the first time, in a critical way. He then gives the woman a makeover and ends up putting her in a Rubenesque photo shoot.
Self esteem is a big problem in today’s world. The most beautiful women I know have “issues”, so as you move down the glamour pyramid, the esteem issues take on critical importance for many American women. They don’t like themselves for all the wrong reasons and it impacts on their relationships with everyone they interact with.
‘How To Look Good Naked’ is as important a reality show as I have seen on television. The producers of this show are to be commended because it just might reach a few people and help them understand that God does not make mistakes, people just misinterpret his genius.
I worked in Mt Clemens from 1983 to 1988. A comic book store opened in one of the numerous strip malls on Garfield road. In 1988, I started going into the store looking for underground comics. I ended up buying a lot of premiere editions of comic books and comic book paraphernalia. The woman that managed the store was always nervous and seemed to be out of sorts, whenever I came into the store. I know that I make a lot of people "nervous" but this time I was sure I was not the cause.
After a few visits the woman told me that she was afraid to be there all day by herself. Her husband had opened the store but made her work the counter each day. I knew that she was afraid from the look in her eyes. Besides, I was as stranger to whom she was confiding in which told me that she was truly afraid for her well being.
I came to work in downtown Detroit, in late 1988. About a year later, I heard that she had been killed in what was then believed to be a robbery of the store. When I heard of her murder at the store I was saddened. I realized that she knew all the while that she was in danger and her worst fear came to fruition.
I heard on the new today that her husband has been charged with the murder and awaits extradition from Pennsylvania. I am happy that her killer has been idenitified but what happened to her makes no sense. When I became unhappy with my marriage, I bounced. As they say in the hood they should put that fool under the jail.
Despite what people might choose to believe about someone that lives in the inner city, that experience was the closest I've come to being personally exposed to violent crime, since I was a teenager. When I recall the look on that woman's face and the fear and trepidation that she expressed to me a total stranger, it makes it all the worse. No one would listen to her back then. And after the crime was committed, the local merchants wanted to believe that someone from outside of the community had to be responsible for the heinous crime.
It took almost twenty years for her murderer to be brought to justice. But justice she shall receive.