I sat there after I was told this story [about how celebrities' clothes are all tailored to fit them perfectly], and I really thought about how hard I have worked not to care about the number or the letter on the tag of my clothes, how hard I have tried to just love my body the way it is, and where I've succeeded and failed. I thought about all the times I've stood in a fitting room and stared up at the lights and bit my lip so hard it bled, just to keep myself from crying about how nothing fits the way it's supposed to. No one told me that it wasn't supposed to. I guess I just didn't know. I was too busy thinking that I was the one that didn't fit.—Lindsay, on clothes, expectations thereof, and images of self.
I thought about that, and about all the other girls and women out there whose proportions are "wrong," who can't find a good pair of work trousers, who can't fill a sweater, who feel excluded and freakish and sad and frustrated because they have to go up a size, when really the size doesn't mean anything and it never, ever did, and this is just another bullshit thing thrown in your path to make you feel shitty about yourself.
I thought about all of that, and then I thought that in elementary school, there should be a class for girls where they sit you down and tell you this stuff before you waste years of your life feeling like someone put you together wrong.
Posted by Melissa McEwan at Monday, July 25, 2011
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