Glory Gale of the North, living in Armenian Glendale, proprietor of nice things and adoring of one boy from the Bay. Obedient worker of television and obsessively infatuated with night-timing and lounge performers.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Fox News reports that a size 6 is now considered “plus size.”
“A size 6 is now plus size in the fashion world, and most runway models meet the physical criteria for anorexia, according to a report that offers shocking insight into the disparity between models and the real-life women they are purporting to represent. In the January issue of PLUS Model Magazine… they reveal that some of today’s plus size models are wearing the same size as models Christie Brinkley, Paulina Porizkova and Cindy Crawford at the height of their fame in the 1990s.”
Okay. Now it’s out of control. I have a few thoughts. Let’s see how well I write them out:
I am someone who is affected by reports like these. Healthy body weight doesn’t register in my brain… but a number on my pants will.
At Christmas I was furious with GAP for making me believe I was a “real” size 4 after I fit (with spare room) in to a pair of size 4 jeans. I was convinced that the jeans were closer to an 8 than a 4. Regardless I bought them. But who thinks that way?
I was upset that I fit in to a small size, relentless to give in that dieting over the last few years has delivered me to the near-waiver-thin-pant aisle and otherwise determined to not eat dinner to show GAP that next time I go in to buy cheap jeans I’ll be a size 2 and stick it to them for their false labels. Crazy people think this way.
And isn’t that what media and business and fashion have all become? Just a bunch of crazy people? Television is fraught with cruel reporting about celebrity weight. We’re a culture obsessed with false beauty images based on starving nitwits and coke addicts. Myself included.
I’m tired of always being hungry or obsessing about calories every time I eat something. It’s annoying. Annoying to do it, annoying to admit it’s taken over my life, annoying to know it’ll be with me forever and so annoying to the people around me who have to deal with my “diet rules.” Annoying.
And I know that a rant on Tumblr that three people might read (if it’s not lost in a sea of updates) won’t change the world, but how can we collectively start making an effort to change the perception of ideal body image? I’m so sucked in to this whole weight/size/diet/not small enough black hole that it’s hard to see a weight resolution. Especially with articles like these.
I’m starving. And all I can think about it the 80 calories in each cutie. 80 CALORIES?!?!
