Fairest shmairest! Let’s get real about beauty and body image. Mirror, Mirror is a column running every other Thursday on The Frisky. It is written by Brooklyn-based columnist, freelance writer, and bagel enthusiast, Kate Fridkis who also writes the blog Eat the Damn Cake. You can follow her on Twitter at @eatthedamncake.
I started writing about beauty when I wasn’t skinny enough anymore.
For a long time, most of my life, I was skinny. And everyone always commented on it.
“You’re SO thin!” they’d say in this jealous, admiring way. As though I was doing something better than them. As though I’d earned it somehow, rather than that I just had high metabolism and a health-obsessed mother who raised me to believe that soy milk counted as a “treat.”
My boyfriends were always like, “You need to eat more!”
And then they smiled and kept dating me anyway. Keep reading »
We were laying on the couch in the darkness, the new Sofia Coppola movie flickering on the TV screen. Even in my lightest pajamas with the AC blaring, my skin soaked with sweat. I’d just taken a cool-off shower, which washed off all my carefully applied makeup from dinner. My wet hair hung around my face, drying as much as frizzing in the humidity.
But still, when he stroked my leg, looked me straight in the eye, and told me, “You’re so pretty,” I believed him. Keep reading »
Most conspiracy theories make me giggle. I’m a pretty open-minded gal, but the notion that the moon landing was faked strikes me as downright bizarre. However, I do believe that most major cosmetics and personal care products companies actively conspire against women. These corporations strive to manufacture discontent among women to convince them to buy new products, more products, complex systems of products to combat our apparent flaws. In many cases, the conspiracy goes even deeper, getting women hooked on certain cosmetics or procedures as mere gateways, eventually revealing that more costly versions will yield even better results. It’s a system that not only convinces women we’re undeniably imperfect, but also snows us into believing that our “imperfections” can be cured with products. And, of course, bales of money. Keep reading »
So what if her film “Mirror Mirror” is getting so-so reviews and is being demolished by “The Hunger Games” at the box office? Lily Collins is like, “I’m just going to rock out the Paris premiere of my Snow White movie in this gorgeous Zac Posen floral gown like it don’t even matter.” That’s the correct attitude, lady.
Lily Collins is the star of the new fairy tale-inspired movie “Mirror Mirror.” She’s also the daughter of adult-contempo singer Phil Collins, but thankfully didn’t get his looks. Instead, she’s got a total Audrey Hepburn vibe, working the red carpet in a variety of gorgeous designer looks. Lily seems to love Dolce & Gabbana and Chanel — and exudes a more classic vibe then some of her young contemporaries (ahem, Miley Cyrus). Check out some of our favorite Lily Collins’ red carpet moments after the jump!
The premiere of “Mirror Mirror,” one of two upcoming Snow White movies, was a lavish affair with all kinds of costumed characters wandering the red carpet. Lily Collins (pictured at left), who plays Snow White, showed up in a gorgeous gown and raspberry lips, while Julia Roberts, who plays the evil queen, wore a basic black suit with a pink blouse underneath. There’s nothing wrong with her outfit, per se, and she certainly looks glowy and gorgeous, but she seems a bit dressed down for such a fun, colorful event (I mean, seriously, check out the guy on the far left–he’s killing it!). So, what do you think? Is Julia’s look simple and chic or just plain boring?
I spent my teens and early 20s wishing for a bigger, rounder, fuller body. In fact, I did more than wish. I padded my bra with two rolled-up washcloths, I wore two pairs of long underwear beneath my jeans, and I stuffed myself with a pint of ice cream every night. Every night.
Alas, none of it worked. I remained a small-boobed, flat-assed, tiny-limbed, size zero waif. Keep reading »
Like a lot of people, my teeth were pushed and pulled with a variety of contraptions during my formative years. It all started innocently enough in 5th grade when I got spacers. Tiny rubber bands were wound between metal brackets that had been twisted around my back teeth. This was the first sign that my preteens were going to be painful and not because of my unflattering haircut and spotty fashion sense; those bands were an agent of torture. Sure, they came in bright, fun colors, but I learned quickly that neon pink things can be used as a torture device too. When my jaw became too sore to snack on Hot Pockets after school as per my usual routine, I knew that shit was getting real. Keep reading »