I checked this Mia Kang book out of the library. It’s a new book. I decided not to read it after skimming the first page.
Right there Kang reveals how her agent would call her up and say: “I got you a runway appearance. The designer wants you to lose weight.”
I also bought the current issue of InStyle magazine. In this book a woman was quoted that the insane obsession with women having to be thin is “fat-phobic.”
I don’t like to use the term fat. Nor overweight. Nor carries a few extra pounds. I could only understand calling a woman robust or voluptuous.
Years ago in my blog I berated Skinny Girl Betheny Frankel for writing in a book that a woman could indeed be skinny if she followed Frankel’s rules.
Another diet book author claimed you could decide what weight you wanted to be and think yourself into being that weight.
The time has come to stand up for ourselves as men women non-binary transgender–everyone of all shapes and sizes.
I don’t think that a person who weighs 200 pounds should aspire to be 127 pounds. Then scarf down Lean Cuisine frozen meals for dinner in an attempt to count calories.
No–I don’t think the goal should be to be thin. You can be thin and flabby and not healthy at all. I think it’s ludicrous to want to be or expect that you should be thin.
There’s something screwed up when a fashion designer tells a model that she has to lose weight.
Whittling yourself down to bones isn’t going to make you happy. Please–love yourself regardless of the number on the scale. If you’re not happy with yourself today how are you going to become magically happy after you meet a condition you set for yourself to achieve?
Loving ourselves shouldn’t be contingent on achieving a goal. We should love ourselves simply because we exist.
I say: Own the street. Walk outside on the pavement like you’re a supermodel. Regardless of the size on your clothing tags.
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