Don’t you hate it when you see another girl and she looks perfect? You know, the way you want to look but can never seem to pull off. She has the perfect outfit, or the perfect face, perfect hair, perfect body. Usually, when we get this feeling we are standing in front of a billboard with the picture of an actress, or we are looking at a fashion magazine and we see a model in an ad campaign or an editorial. You get that twisty feeling in your stomach, and maybe you feel a little jealous. Maybe you think, “Why can’t I look like her?” But guess what? That girl that you’re staring at, whether she’s an image, a mirage or maybe even a real girl — she has felt …
Saturday Vids: Glamour Magazine and The Girl on Page 194
Over a year ago, Glamour Magazine printed a photo of model Lizzi Miller (known to many as the “girl on page 194″). Despite the fact that she is a “plus size” model, which seems to be something magazines don’t think the general public wants to see, the reaction was overwhelmingly positive.
Glamour then followed up with a group shot of plus-sized models, promising to continue to include more images of plus-sized models in their magazines. Here’s an interview Ellen DeGeneres did with the models last year:
I guess the point of bringing this up again is that I hope this wasn’t just a passing fad or media stunt. I want to remind everybody that this happened. In all honesty, I haven’t picked up a Glamour Magazine in a while and I’m wondering: has anybody noticed that Glamour made good on their promise? Do they employ plus sized models? Has anybody seen mainstream magazines that do?
I’m not happy with the way I look. I may tell you that I am, but I’m not. I constantly worry if I’m too fat to wear certain clothes, too fat to be desirable, too fat to be beautiful. Who should I turn to for support? My friends? My family?
They feel exactly the same way. All of them, every single person I know says the same thing, that thinness is interchangeable with beauty, that skinny=good and “fat” = bad.
Some teenage girls live in a world where nobody, and I mean nobody, can offer support if they’re worried about their body.
Blame the media. Blame my friends. Blame the media for influencing my friends.
I don’t care who you blame because, I don’t see a way to change it …