Tonight, I’m a bit annoyed. I logged on to the internet earlier and a Yahoo news page came up. The title of the lead article was something like “Plus-size Model Speaks Out.” Apparently model, Crystal Renn, posed for a photo-shoot and when the picture came out they made her appear as though she were a size 2. She “spoke out,” it seems, because she’s very comfortable being a size 10 and was offended that they’d photo-shopped some weight off of her to make her look thinner.
Wait a minute! Let’s go back to the original title of the article; “PLUS-SIZE MODEL SPEAKS OUT.” Since when is a size 10 a plus size? I wear a plus size and while I personally wouldn’t be offended if someone wanted to take some weight off of me in a photo, I am offended for all the size 10 women in the world. I haven’t been a size 10 since I was oh, well, maybe 10 years old! I would love to be a size 10, or for that matter a 12; neither one do I consider to be a plus-size.
Other people must have been annoyed, also, because when I went back to watch the video again I couldn’t find it. It was gone. Hmmm…
But, there is one other thing that annoys me about this story. Here’s what bugs me. Why is a size 10 girl modeling for plus-sized clothes? Nothing against Chrystal Renn, she’s a beautiful girl, but seriously, why isn’t she modeling normal-sized clothes for the normal-sized women? When did this world go mad? It’s no wonder women have weight issues. If you are considered one of the “larger women” at a size 10 why bother trying?
Furthermore, why can’t real plus-sized women model plus-sized clothing? Would it be wrong to put someone who is a size 14, say, in a clothing catalog where the smallest size actually IS a 14? Is that too much to ask?
One last thing; while I generally don’t feel comfortable discussing my dress size with the general public, I really can’t stay silent one more minute. Yes, I would prefer to be smaller, yes, I know it’s healthier, yes, I continually try to lose weight; but the truth is that I am so much more than what I weigh. I refuse to let my weight define who I am as a person any longer. I hope you do, too.
O.K., I’m done ranting now. Thanks for listening. And if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, feel free to call. One thing about my shoulder is this, it’s soft.