My BMI today is 22.3, which is utterly normal weight. I feel like I look utterly normal too. I wear a size 10-12 and I’m five-eleven, 160 pounds (180 cm, 72.5 kg.) Somewhere in the back of my mind though, I remember that 24 year old girl who ran 3 miles a day, had no children, and lived on romaine lettuce, Parmesan cheese, Pop Tarts, and cheap chianti. Who occasionally felt “fat” at 121 pounds (54.9 kg). Her BMI was an emaciated 16.9.
HOLY COW PEOPLE.
Here’s Keira Knightley at a BMI of 17:
Yes, I was that skinny! That is the minimalist butt and ribcage my dear husband fell in love with. How, I do not know, because he greatly favors the looks of this lady here:
The lovely Shakira, who at five-two and 127 pounds (157 cm, 57.6 kg) has a BMI of 23.2. I guess he just kept encouraging me to have babies until I got curvy enough. I’ve got a few more BMI points to eke out – I guess those are for the next babies. After all, the hips don’t lie.