Hey guys! I *finally* finished a blog post so here ya go:
I love and hate shopping. It’s fun to find clothes that I like and I enjoy seeing what I can put together. However, sometimes it can be a nightmare finding stuff that fits me. Especially pants. Don’t get me fucking started on pants. They fit in the waist? Highwaters. They’re long enough? I can pull the waist out and look the the “After” shot in a Subway commercial. It’s frustrating.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not the fault of the people who make the clothes, my physique is just a little odd: I’m a little tall for a girl at about 5’10”, I’m kind of slender for my height at about 140 lbs, and I’m a little busty for my weight at a bra size that you really don’t need to know. If I cared enough and actually photographed well, I could be a chubby model.
And that’s where my problem with the fashion industry arises. I’m not “fat” by any means, and yet I would make a *chubby* model. The implication being that models are much skinnier than I am, which means they’re probably even farther away from an average physique than I am. And the thing is, I already said my physique is abnormal and I sometimes have problems finding clothes that fit me. I’m sure they must have the same problem, and probably to a greater degree. So WHY are people who deviate so far from average the ones used to sell us all our clothes? In what universe does that make sense? What kind of frames of reference are these? I want to know what that dress looks like on *me*, not a stick figure. Where is this mystical land where men have perfectly sculpted muscles and shirts don’t exist? Did Taylor Lautner escape from there?
It’s not that it’s wrong for girls to be tall and thin or guys to be super muscular. My qualm is that a very specific type of physique is used to market almost all the clothing and accessories out there, and that’s not fair. Take a look around. There are a bunch of different body types: Tall, short, plump, thin, fit, untoned… Why not embrace this diversity? The average people are the ones buying the clothes from these huge companies. Average people, while similar to an extent, are still different. Being different is normal. (I love a good paradox.) So why not advertise with different types of people? Would that not make the brands more relatable? Would that not give them more incentive to buy, if they can more easily picture themselves in their clothes? Sure, the clothes might look nice on Barbie and Ken. But humans are not mass-produced to fit a single, “flawless” mold. There are so many beautiful people out there with so many different shapes and sizes, and they get totally disregarded. Disrespected, even.
Somewhere along the way, the fashion industry got it wrong. Yes, fashion is about glamour and beauty and boldness all that good stuff. No argument there. But at some point, mankind started believing the lie that all those things have one face. Fashion makes people want to strive for an unrealistic ideal, which is dangerous. It’s one thing to dress to kill, but trying to dress a certain way shouldn’t kill you. And yet it happens. Women develop eating disorders trying to be more like the ones they see in magazines. Guys bust their asses at the gym and inject themselves with steroids to bulk up. People spend thousands upon thousands of dollars on plastic surgery so they can sculpt so-called perfection. Even before modern times, people were willing to go to deadly extremes to be en vogue: rib-crushing corsets, metal death traps for skirts, lead makeup to appear paler…the list goes on. Why this emphasis on trying to be something we’re not? Can’t we just reserve that kind of thinking for Halloween?
I’m not saying you need to be stuck with the hand you draw. If you like exercise, go for it. If you want to lose a few pounds because you think it’ll be an improvement, do it, but do so in a healthy way. You like makeup? Knock yourself out, but I’d avoid the lead kind if I were you. You wanna chill on the couch and watch Netflix eating Nutella-covered cookie dough (seriously, it’s really fucking good) all day? By all means. Do whatever the hell you want, and do it because it makes you happy and (vaguely) healthy. Don’t let a corporation tell you what you need to be.
True beauty is multifaceted. Boldness is daring to be different. Fashion is wearing what makes you feel great and having the confidence to rock that outfit to its core. If other people approve, then more power to ya. If not? Fuck ‘em. This is *your* form of expression. Dress for you, and no one else.
And when you go down the street, go with pride and treat every sidewalk like your own personal catwalk. Own it and strut your stuff… because why should 1% of the body types model 99% of the clothes?
Here’s a link to my wordpress, where I originally published the piece: http://bit.ly/1iRo1VM