Maríanna Pálsdóttir, beautician and make-up artist and owner of Snyrtistofa Reykjavíkur, is a columnist for DV. She comes to the door while dressed and writes candid articles about the beauty industry and other things related to it.
See also: “Sometimes I don’t know what confirmation is and what marriage is” – DV
In this week’s column, she talks about dieting.
Life is too short to go on a diet!
Am I going to torment myself with this miserable demolition and sick self-talk for the rest of my life or enjoy life and Easter to come?
Now that spring is here and summer is in all its glory, the diet photos and cuddling posts are piling up on my social media. Until now, my orange-peel guilt has eaten away at me when I see this. What’s so good now is that I don’t feel it running over me. I am free from this miserable self-destruction and sick talk that has been with me for as long as I can remember.
It’s so funny I was standing in front of the mirror the other day, my butt shook when I clicked on it, my thighs and hips with all kinds of bumps and hills, my breasts swollen and firm all over and you know what, I looked at this woman in all her glory and said out loud “I love being such a juicy woman!” But at the same time, my BMI status tells me that I’m an obese patient and should sign up for one of these procedures available to lose weight bang Isn’t there something strange there, an inconsistency in norms and feelings?
A wonderful woman came to me for a manicure, she is 82 and I asked her if there was anything she would regret or if she would do something differently if she could change her life, she thought for a moment and replied, “Yes, I regret dieting my whole life!”
It was like a knockout for me, I quickly looked back at my life and thought, “I’m exactly the same.” The Danish Diet, LKL Diet, Keto, Fasting, Starvation Diet, and Almighty God knows what it’s all called.
One thing is for sure, I’m not going to look back at 82 and regret dieting my whole life. Yahh or become like the woman who was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and she doesn’t remember her family but she remembers being on a diet every day.
Happy Easter dear readers.
A woman says goodbye from Austria where she is going to eat a huge Easter egg on Sunday and not enjoying life on a fucking DIET at all because life is too short for that!
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