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 »
“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 »
Well, here’s some depressing news; a study out of the Journal of Applied Psychology found that women who are very thin earn more than women who are average — by around $22,000. And women who are of average weight earn more than women who are “heavy” or “very heavy.” Women who are “very heavy” make around $19,000 less than average-sized women, and “heavy” women make $9,000 less. So, that means thin women make an average of $40,000 more than “very heavy” women. Sigh … there’s both a gender wage gap and a weight wage gap to contend with, I guess. [Time] 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 »