This morning I heard that "even Marilyn Monroe was a size 16", like someone had discovered that they had some form of horrible disease. Since when was it a bad thing to be big?
Maybe it started when magazines began to promote the image of the "perfect" woman being a taut looking skeleton with clothes draped off it. I can even remember the headlines Elle McPherson made when she, (Oh my God!), put on weight for her role in Sirens. She put on weight to look like the kind of beautiful creatures that Norman Lindsey painted, the king of ladies that inspired so many artists of the Renaissance. And now I'm being told that it's a bad thing to be big.
Plus size is out and pencil thin is in. They might as well splash this across the front page of every magazine you see. Heaven forbid that a cover may be graced by anyone who can cast a shadow.
When Demi Moore graced the cover of Vanity Fair in all her pregnant glory, I bet there was someone in the back room wondering how they could airbrush the bump out of the shot.
Everywhere you look the world has turned in to a nasty place for plus size people. To be a larger size now automatically means that you're unhealthy and are half a heart beat away from auditioning for the next episode of the biggest loser.
Let me make it quite clear, not all plus size people are unfit. Curves are not dangerous and some of us are quite happy with who we are. Just because we wear a larger size of clothes does not automatically make me ashamed or depressed.
It's a pity that people choose to paint every one with the same brush, rather than taking the time to find out for themselves. Ultimately, it's their loss.
This article talks about
plus size and that this is nothing to be ashamed of. Of course every woman wants to be “perfect”, but don’t confuse, it doesn’t mean to be the slimmest person.
