Earlier this week, we enjoyed a delightful “open letter” from Iris Alonzo, creative director of American Apparel, to Nancy Upton, the Dallas woman who won the company’s plus-size model contest by spoofing the nature of the contest. Iris Alonzo was not amused that the lovely Nancy Upton bested the competition with her hilarious pics in which she posed laying in a bathtub of ranch dressing and indulgently squeezing chocolate syrup in her mouth. Iris Alonzo was also not amused about the piece Nancy Upton wrote for The Daily Beast entitled “My Big Fat Photo Spoof,” which explained her actions: because American Apparel was “co-opting the mantra of plus-size empowerment and glazing it with its unmistakable brand of female objectification.” Why, the company was so hopping mad it told Nancy Upton they would be giving the prize to someone else. “While you were clearly the popular choice,” she wrote, “we have decided to award the prizes to other contestants that we feel truly exemplify the idea of beauty inside and out, and whom we will be proud to have representing our company.” Harsh.
We posted Iris Alonzo’s open letter (sent to us via email) on Wednesday and urged readers to write. I have no idea of knowing how many of you did write her, but one Frisky reader got in touch to say she heard back from American Apparel’s creative director. We’ve got their email exchange after the jump! Keep reading »
Last week, we became enamored with Nancy Upton, a Dallas woman in the #1 spot for American Apparel‘s plus-size model contest. The company asked bootylicious girls ages 18+ to send in photos of themselves, which they posted on their website so customers could vote on who deserved a modeling contract. Instead of a traditional modeling pic, the zaftig Nancy Upton submitted “fat girl” pics of herself bathing in ranch dressing, squirting chocolate syrup down the gullet, and posed with an apple in her mouth like a pig on a spit.
In short, it was amazing. No one could have been more thrilled than us when Nancy Upton won.
But it seems like not everyone was so happy about Nancy’s victory — namely, American Apparel corporate headquarters. We get a lot of douchey emails here at The Frisky, but this one takes the cake. After the jump, read American Apparel creative director Iris Alonzo’s nasty email (sent to us last night) about Nancy Upton, the kickass lady who won the company’s plus-size model contest fair and square. That is, until the company decided to award the prize to other contestants… Keep reading »
Rarely is there a reality show whose “stars” don’t make me stabby. (Or who look like they’re going to stab me, in the case of “Mob Wives.”) But the chicks on TLC’s “Big Sexy” actually seem like people who would be my friends in real life: funky, funny, and down-to-earth. The show, which debuts Tuesday night at 10 p.m., follows five full-figured females trying to make it in New York City’s fashion biz. This ain’t the gilded-lily “The City,” y’all: in this preview, we see the ladies being asked to pay $30 to enter a club while skinny-minnies behind them in line are let in for free. (After cussing out the bouncers, they stalk off.) I hope the entire show isn’t just incidents like this where they are discriminated against for being plus-sized because that would be depressing. Still I’m willing to give it a chance to counteract all the brain damage sustained by every minute spent watching Olivia Palermo onscreen. [AOL TV, TLC] Keep reading »
Add this to your fall reading list (or book burning pile): Maggie Goes On A Diet, a children’s book for elementary schoolers, about an obese 14-year-old girl named Maggie who loses weight and becomes the school soccer star. As you can imagine, quite a few people are not happy with this. Bitch Magazine called it “douchy.” A Huffington Post blogger called it “disturbing.” The UK’s Guardian questioned whether this book was “the worst idea ever.”
Everyone, just stick a donut in your mouth and shut up for a second. Keep reading »
There’s no question that our body image influences our relationship behavior (heck, we did a week-long Experts spotlight on it, that’s how influential it is!). Low body image and self-esteem blinds us to our own self-worth, which in turn can make us settle for a so-so relationship or give up on searching for love altogether. As part of our Love Starts Within spotlight, YourTango Experts sound in on how to stop hating on our thighs (or stomach, or whatever we’ve deemed our “problem area”) and start loving ourselves fully—because if we don’t love and accept ourselves, flaws and all, how can we expect someone else to? Keep reading »
“I’m constantly telling girls all the time everything is airbrushed, everything is retouched to the point it’s not even asked. None of us look like that. … It’s a form of violence in the way that we look at women and the way we expect them to look and be for what sake? Not for health, survival, not for enjoyment of life, but just so you could look pretty.”
—Rosario Dawson talks body image and airbrushing in Shape magazine. She also said that she lost a lot of weight to play Mimi in “Rent” because her character was supposed to be a dope addict with AIDS. But instead of telling her she looked sick, the actress said she got tons of compliments. “I remember everyone asking what did you do to get so thin? You looked great,” she said. “I looked emaciated.” Oh, Rosario, I love you so. [CNN] Keep reading »
Two and a half years ago, an email landed in my inbox with the subject line, “Cover story?” At the time, I was a freelance journalist and those two words made me drool like none other. But as I read the email, my face sunk—Good Housekeeping wanted me to write a feature where I’d interview five woman who’d lost 100 pounds each. Normally, I would have rolled my eyes—I fancied myself a “serious journalist” and stayed away from weight loss stories at all costs. But this was the beginning of the recession and I needed money. I felt pained as I wrote back and begrudgingly accepted the assignment.
I felt defeated for the next few days as I tracked down women to interview. Really, was this the state my career was in? Weren’t there more important stories I could be working on? I thought.
My first interview was with a woman named Janice, a stay-at-home mom who’d lost 75 pounds doing Weight Watchers and had gone on to become a counselor herself. We spent more than an hour on the phone as I asked her a zillion questions about how she’d gained the weight, how she’d changed her eating habits, and how life was different as a thin person. Near the end of our conversation, she asked me a simple question:
“How do you feel about your body?”
It landed like a slap against my jaw. Keep reading »
This weekend, I had a bookcase to assemble. So I turned on the television hoping to find something fun and mindless to watch while I tried to decipher Ikea assembly instructions. I am normally very anti-wedding shows—I don’t like how they play into the fairytale of weddings
and put all the focus on spending an extravagant amount on one day rather than on working hard to make a relationship work every day. But for some reason, I decided the thing to watch was a marathon of “Say Yes To The Dress: Big Bliss.” And I would now like to declare this my new favorite guilty pleasure show.
The series follows the wedding dress consultants of Kleinfeld’s boutique, which has one of the largest collections of plus-sized wedding dresses out there, as they help brides—sizes 16 through 30—find the perfect wedding dress. So why am I so obsessed with this show? Keep reading »
Five years ago I had an “ideal” body.
I don’t mean to say that my body was free of imperfections, but rather that I had a body that most women are taught to believe is close to perfect: I was 5” 5’, weighed barely 115 pounds, and wore a size 2. I had a tiny waist, medium-sized breasts, a taut stomach, round bottom, and cellulite that was practically nonexistent. I was extremely slender, yet still somehow carried a feminine hourglass figure. I could never have been a contestant on “America’s Next Top Model,” but for a perfectly normal girl I had a perfectly enviable body.
Flash forward five years. Though I don’t own a scale, I’m probably 20 pounds heavier thanks to a slower metabolism, college drinking and a dire love of cheese. I now wear a size 6, my waist isn’t quite so minuscule, my stomach jiggles, I have cellulite swimming on my thighs, and I have ample junk in my apple-bottom trunk. My breasts have gotten ever-so-slightly bigger, but for every tiny bit that they’ve grown, my ass and thighs grew 10 times that … leaving me much more of a pear than an hourglass. Keep reading »