“It doesn’t matter what you have or what you look like. It’s something everyone has to work at. I realize I have contributed to a certain happy, healthy, empowered image, but that’s not all of me. I feel it’s important to let women know that I have similar struggles. What I tell girls is what they don’t like about themselves now, they will probably end up loving as an adult, because that’s what happened to me. When I am complimented on things that I didn’t like when I was 13, like my overbite and my mole, that’s when you realize that your imperfections are why people love you.”
– Eva Mendes is on the cover of the March issue of Marie Claire and, inside the mag, talks about her own body image evolution. I quite agree with her — in my list of “Style Resolutions I’ve Already Achieved,” I said that I had come to love and/or appreciate certain “flaws,” like my thin upper lip, thick brown hair, and butt and my overall self-esteem had reaped the rewards. (FYI, Eva also supposedly discussed a certain co-star/boyfriend with the magazine, but upon seeing his name at the link I shut my eyes really quick so as to not break my Goservention rules. Aren’t you proud of me? Please be proud of me. Without your pride, this torture is just not worth it.) [Just Jared]
I used to be really skinny. So skinny my ribs stuck out.
Everywhere I went, women said, “You’re so skinny! Oh my god. I’m jealous.”
I had friends that were more gorgeous than me, but it was OK, because I was really skinny.
“I wish I was as skinny as you,” they said.
I smiled. I said, “Nah, whatever.” Keep reading »
Dear Thinspiration Blogs,
At first I didn’t really understand you. I mean, I’d heard of the “pro-ana” blogs that lurked in dark corners of the internet, encouraging starvation and promoting anorexia. But thinspiration blogs are more mainstream. You show up on the Pinterest homepage in the form of “diet plans” that allow nothing but lemon water for a week. You show up on my Tumblr dashboard in the form of photos of concave stomachs and protruding rib cages, or food diaries with 500-calorie totals. The phrase “thigh gap” is actually a popular blog tag now, shorthand for pictures of skinny legs that don’t touch. The gist of it? You are getting harder and harder to avoid.
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I’ve never been a woman who thought about my figure and how to flatter it. From puberty onward, I luckily had a slim frame and an hourglass figure that made dressing easy-peasy. I could literally wear — and eat — anything that I wanted.
I was, I realize, that bitch you hate.
Then, around age 23, that all changed. I suppose it was my metabolism slowing down: I began to gain weight for the first time in my life and it all seemed to be concentrated on my butt. Jeans, skirts and dresses stopped fitting around my belly, hips and ass. I swear you won’t believe me, but I remember sitting in an office chair one day and realizing my butt had gotten cushier! Twenty-three and 24 were hard ages for me to begin with because I struggled with a nasty bout of depression; my sudden, prepubescent-ish awkwardness with my body changing became a nasty icing on the cake. Keep reading »
“When someone says something negative about my face or body I will always and forever just completely lose my shit, because I have so much hatred in me, a violence that lies just beneath the surface of my delightfully illustrated skin. Being called ugly and fat and disgusting to look at from the time I could barely understand what the words meant has scarred me so deep inside that I have learned to hunt, stalk, claim, own and defend my own loveliness and my image of myself as stunningly gorgeous with a ruthlessness and a defensiveness that I fear for anyone who casually or jokingly questions it, as my anger and rage combined with my intense and fearsome command of words create insults meant to maim, kill and destroy.”
– Margaret Cho defends her profanity-laden Twitter tirade yesterday in a post on her blog. Cho had posted photos of some new tattoos she got on her ass and when she received a couple of nasty responses, she went off, prompting some of her other followers to say she was out of line. I think Cho has the right to post photos of her new tattoos. I think assholes have the right to call her nasty names. And I think she has the right to tear them a new one. I think she does that exceptionally well in the full blog post, which you can read here. [via Jezebel and NYMag.com]
Naked models usually gets mouths flapping. But the real reason people are gabbing about a photo spread in Plus Model Magazine is because each picture of plus-size model Katya Zharkova posing nude is accompanied by a fact about body size and eating disorders. In the image from the spread shown above left, Katya even holds a “straight size model,” cupping her hand over her butt like a newborn baby. Of course, commenters on the Plus Model blog — and every other blog that has posted about this spread — are shrieking about obesity. I’ve never quite understood why the fact that human beings are made in different sizes — and beauty comes in all of those sizes — is so controversial. While I don’t doubt that obesity exists (in fact, there was a great piece in the New York Times this weekend about obesity in children), such a knee-jerk response obscures the larger point that many of us are bored with the assumed beauty ideal of stick-thin 14-year-olds. Give me an adult model with voluptuous, womanly curves any day.
You can check out all the images from the Plus Model Magazine spread after the jump. [Fashionista] Keep reading »
“She lectures us on eating right while she has a large posterior herself.”
This, my friends, is my holiday gift to you: Republican Congressman Jim Sensenbrenner (WI) was overheard trash-talking First Lady Michelle Obama during a cell phone conversation in the D.C. airport. First of all, blasphemy. Michelle’s booty is fine and she could probably do pushups and cartwheels around this fool. Second of all, who talks trash about the First Lady in the friggin’ D.C. airport where someone who works in government/media is bound to hear you (and gleefully tell everyone)? I mean, when I talk smack about Amelia, I go down the street to do it. Keep reading »
The other day, I found myself engaging in conversation with a stranger at the grocery store about weight.
“God,” the woman said, pausing near me in the aisle as I considered a package of cookies. “I wish.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I’m trying to decide if it’s worth it.”
“Go for it,” she said, grinning. “You can always hit the gym after.”
She went on her way. I put the cookies back. I thought about it. I picked them up again and put them in my basket. What the hell? I never go to the gym. I’m terrible at treadmills and I’m lazy. Or maybe I’m terrible at treadmills because I’m lazy. It’s a chicken/egg kinda thing. Keep reading »
I’m all for frank talk about sex, pornography, and women’s ladyparts. In fact, I try to freak out Amelia with my favorite gross phrase for my nether regions on the regular. [Ick. -- Editor] But even I don’t want to think about Brazilian waxing while I’m sipping my morning coffee.
Anyone watching “The View” this morning was not so lucky: Whoopi Goldberg began discussing her love for porn and then criticized the changing appearances of the actresses’ pudendas. Really, that’s the word she used — pudendas. Keep reading »
Believe it or not, the push to be hyper-thin hasn’t always been present. In the ’50s and ’60s, women were sold the idea that a curvy, bodacious bod was best, and companies like Wate-On advertised that they could turn a skinny girl into a voluptuous vixen through their weight-gaining products. Whether Wate-On worked, it’s refreshing to see a different kind of body type being coveted — one that doesn’t promote a protruding hip or clavicle. Check out these great vintage “anti-skinny” ads. [Daily Mail UK]