My girl The Budget Babe sent along this truly puzzling question:
can clothing give you a false sense of security? and if so, should we be relying on that “it” bag or those high heels or that red lipstick to make us feel secure? or should we work up to the point where we’re completely confident looking like crap and then start adding the layers?
I had to think about this for a damn long time before I could formulate any kind of response, and I’m still a little wobbly about it. But here are my initial thoughts:
Originally posted 2009-09-29 05:49:00.
I am not the first to make this plea, and I certainly hope I won’t be the last.
I don’t actually want my fashion magazines to show photographs of women who look like me from cover to cover. I also don’t want them to show photographs of women taller or heavier or curvier or older or more muscular or longer-waisted or more petite or higher-cheekboned or bigger-breasted than me. Not exclusively.
I want it all.
I want diversity.
Countless studies have proven that magazines packed with images of rail-thin models have screwed up our daughters’ ideas about bodies. That the constant barrage of waif-like celebrities scrambles and scars our own ideas about bodies. Decades of damage have been done, across age, geographic, sexual, religious, and political boundaries. And it’s downright sickening.
Originally posted 2009-09-22 05:49:00.
I was never a popular girl. Ever. The popular girls in my world scorned and teased me actively in middle school, studiously ignored me in high school. And my actual friends talked a good game about the importance of non-conformism as an important and valuable characteristic. They relied on it as a means of feeling detached and superior, but in reality we all wished to be just a little more like the in-crowd. And we made many concessions to their preferences and edicts, often wore what they said we should, frequently looked and acted how they wanted us to.
Originally posted 2012-06-29 06:40:17.