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이번 주 실수, 그리고 여성 잡지를 구입. 알아요, 알아요. 나는 단지 자신을 비난해야. 크리스마스를 위해 투표 칠면조, 그리고 모든. 나는 너무 오래 하나를 구입하지 않은. 정말 잘 했어요. 하지만. 오 후… 내 방어, 재미 - 그렇게 보였다. 내부에 있었다 그래서 명랑하고 수다스러운 및 colourful. There 건강 요리법, 그것은 말했다. 그리고 - 내가 인정 - 내 눈은 여름 복장에 대한 헤드 라인에 걸렸어. 그래서 나는 그것을 집어. 나는까지 현금에 있었다. 그것은 단지 그것을 잡기 위해 순간을했다, 그것을 BLEEP, 봉투. 그리고 그것을 알기 전에, 나는 그것으로 가정을 운전. 집에서 내가 먼저 다른 모든 것들의 압축을 해제, 그것은 방사성 빛을 방출 된 자사의 손길이 닿지 않은 가방에서 잡지를 인식 한 많은 것처럼. 나는 나 자신이 천천히 작동했다 - 콩 직선의 주석을 적층, organising the refrigerator drawer. Then I called my children and gave them snacks, and sent them out into the garden to play. 그 후, I made myself a cup of tea, as though I had nothing particular planned. And then – and only then - I took the magazine out of its wrapper, and sat down to read it. The first couple of pages were harmless. 적어도, they were nothing I couldn’t handle. Adverts, 주로 - twenty-somethings draped in overpriced clothes that could only look good on them. Nothing to see here. Then a couple of placements for age-defying face creams. I read a few lines, caught myself, and moved along again. The next page provided an unexpected giggle: beneath the legend “Coolest hot-weather buys”, an exhortation to try the latest offering from a diamond company – some sort of twisty ring from just £1,950 ($3,320) each. I made a mental note to ask my husband what he thought when he got in from work, just for laughs. The next few pages provided tidbits on shoes, celebrity tattoos, and the new King of Spain. I flipped faster, half-aware that my kids’ voices below the window had taken on the whine that suggested some immense unfairness was about to be brought inside and laid at my feet. Sort it out between you girls, I urged them mentally. Then I turned the page and found an article on being skinny. I tried to turn the page but I couldn’t. My eyes were fastened on the headline: The Disturbing Rise of the Triple Zero. I read on. Somewhere at the back of my mind, a protest went up: Damn it! Suckered again! 여전히, I read on. So disturbing was this new trend for extreme, extreme thinness that the magazine had devoted four pages and fifteen photographs to it, along with such insights as: “It’s no secret that stars can make headlines out of being scarily skinny” (에, Q.E.D., I think.) I read the whole article, wanting to stop the whole time. I felt like I was standing in front of my kitchen cupboard in the middle of the night with a jar of chocolate spread and a spoon. 그만, 나는 나 자신에게 말했다. It’s not good for you and you know it. 또한, it’s making you feel sick. I could hear my girls coming inside now. I pictured them arming sweat off their foreheads and tugging off dirty sneakers; saw their strong young shoulders and sinewy legs. In front of me, female skeletons struck ghoulishly sexy poses while the text explained how new ‘skinny apps’ can slim photos for Instagram by five to 15 파운드. I realised as I read that I was thinking back to my lunch, to my breakfast, to dinner the night before, computing how much I had eaten and how many calories it might have amounted to. Then a hand landed on my shoulder and I jumped, guiltily. “Mu-uuum,” Betty began, flushed and aggrieved. 다른 방에있는, Grace called out a preparatory defence: “I didn’t!" I turned to my five-year old daughter while simultaneously turning the page of my magazine. She wasn’t fooled. ‘What’s that? 저게 뭐예요? What are they doing?" “Nothing.” (The line that never works.) Betty grabbed the magazine and pulled, and my heart thudded with horror until I saw that on turning the page I had moved us along to a feature on – ha! – learning to be brave. “What does it say?" “It says how you can be brave.” “Like fighting things that frighten you?" “Something like that.” “Cool.” “Come on, let’s wash up for tea.” 후, when the girls had gone to bed, I threw the magazine in the bin. I felt immediately braver. And healthier. And saner. If only there was an app for that. Thus is an original post by World Moms Blog contributor, 소피 워커, of the United Kingdom. 에 사진 크레딧 Ian Mackenzie. This photo has a Creative Commons attribution license.
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Rinne mé botún an tseachtain seo, agus cheannaigh Magazine mBan. Tá a fhios agam, Tá a fhios agam. Tá mé ach mé féin an locht. Turcaithe vótála le haghaidh na Nollag, agus go léir go. Nach bhfuil mé a cheannaigh amháin le fada. Tá mé ag déanamh i ndáiríre go maith. Ach ansin. Oh ansin… I mo chosaint, d'fhéach sé chomh - spraoi. Bhí sin cheerful agus chatty agus colourful.There oidis sláintiúil taobh istigh, Dúirt sé. Agus - mé a admháil - mo shúil snagged ar ceannlíne faoi gúnaí tsamhraidh. Mar sin, phioc mé suas é. Bhí mé ag an t-airgead go dtí. Thóg sé ach nóiméad a grab é, bleep sé, mála sé. Agus sula raibh a fhios agam é a, Bhí mé ag tiomáint abhaile leis. Sa bhaile unpacked mé gach rud eile an chéad, ar an eolas faoin iris ina mhála untouched oiread agus is a bheadh sé astú Glow radaighníomhach. Rinne mé mé féin ag obair go mall - cruachta na stáin pónairí díreach, eagrú an drawer cuisneoir. Ansin, iarr mé mo pháistí agus thug siad sneaiceanna, agus do chuir amach ar an gairdín a imirt. Tar éis sin, Rinne mé mé féin cupán tae, mar cé go raibh mé rud ar bith faoi leith atá beartaithe. Agus ansin - agus gan ach ansin - Ghlac mé an iris as a fillteán, agus shuigh síos chun é a léamh. Ba iad na chéad cúpla leathanaigh harmless. Nó ar a laghad, raibh siad aon rud nach raibh mé in ann a láimhseáil. Fógraí, den chuid is mó - fiche somethings draped i éadaí overpriced a d'fhéadfadh ach breathnú go maith orthu. Ní dhéanfaidh aon ní a fheiceáil anseo. Ansin cúpla socrúcháin do uachtair aghaidh aois-defying. Léigh mé cúpla líne, ghabh mé féin, agus ar athraíodh a ionad chomh maith arís. An chéad leathanach eile ar fáil ar giggle gan choinne: faoi bhun an finscéal "Coolest buys te-aimsir", exhortation chun iarracht a dhéanamh an tairiscint is déanaí ó chuideachta Diamond - de chineál éigin fáinne twisty ó díreach £ 1,950 ($3,320) gach. Rinne mé nóta mheabhrach a iarraidh ar mo fhear céile cad a cheap sé nuair a fuair sé i ón obair, ach le haghaidh gáirí. Na leathanaigh ina dhiaidh seo ar fáil tidbits ar bhróga, tattoos celebrity, and the new King of Spain. I flipped faster, half-aware that my kids’ voices below the window had taken on the whine that suggested some immense unfairness was about to be brought inside and laid at my feet. Sort it out between you girls, I urged them mentally. Then I turned the page and found an article on being skinny. I tried to turn the page but I couldn’t. My eyes were fastened on the headline: The Disturbing Rise of the Triple Zero. I read on. Somewhere at the back of my mind, a protest went up: Damn it! Suckered again! Fós, I read on. So disturbing was this new trend for extreme, extreme thinness that the magazine had devoted four pages and fifteen photographs to it, along with such insights as: “It’s no secret that stars can make headlines out of being scarily skinny” (Chun, Q.E.D., I mo thuairimse.) Léigh mé an t-alt ar fad, ar mian leo a stop a chur leis an t-am ar fad. Bhraith mé mar a bhí mé ag seasamh os comhair mo cófra cistine i lár na hoíche le jar de leathadh seacláide agus spúnóg. Stop sé, Dúirt mé liom féin. Níl sé go maith le haghaidh tú, agus tá a fhios agat é. Chomh maith leis sin, tá sé a dhéanamh, dar tú tinn. D'fhéadfadh chuala mé mo cailíní ag teacht taobh istigh anois. Phictiúr mé iad arming allais as a n-foreheads agus tugging amach sneakers salach; Chonaic a n-shoulders óg láidir agus cosa sinewy. I romham, cnámharlaigh baineann bhuail baint ghoulishly sexy agus mhínigh an téacs cé chomh nua 'apps skinny' is féidir grianghraif caol do Instagram faoi cúig go 15 lbs. Thuig mé mar a léigh mé go raibh mé ag smaoineamh ar ais go dtí mo lón, le mo bhricfeasta, le dinnéar an oíche roimh ré, computing how much I had eaten and how many calories it might have amounted to. Then a hand landed on my shoulder and I jumped, guiltily. “Mu-uuum,” Betty began, flushed and aggrieved. In the other room, Grace called out a preparatory defence: “I didn’t!" I turned to my five-year old daughter while simultaneously turning the page of my magazine. She wasn’t fooled. ‘What’s that? Cad é go? What are they doing?" “Nothing.” (The line that never works.) Betty grabbed the magazine and pulled, and my heart thudded with horror until I saw that on turning the page I had moved us along to a feature on – ha! – learning to be brave. “What does it say?" “It says how you can be brave.” “Like fighting things that frighten you?" "Rud éigin mar sin." "Come on, a ligean ar nigh suas le haghaidh tae. " Níos déanaí, nuair a bhí imithe na cailíní a chodladh, Chaith mé an iris sa bhosca bruscair. Bhraith mé láithreach braver. Agus níos sláintiúla. Agus saner. Más rud é ach bhí app don. Mar sin is post bunaidh ag Moms Domhanda Blag ranníocóir, Sophie Walker, na Ríochta Aontaithe. Creidmheasa Photo chun Ian Mackenzie. Tá an grianghraf ceadúnas leithdháileadh Creative Commons.