...for this week's amazing cover featuring the fantastic Christina Hendricks, in spring's newest lingerie-as-outerwear trends, complete with her eternal accomplice...that mane of blazing red hair. i can honestly say that i believe this is the first time in my years of reading New York Magazine i have seen a cover feature on a her-size woman* and i am thrilled. pick one up if you can to support her, support the magazine for featuring her, and to read her refreshing take on body image that summed up comes down to: why are we always talking about it? there are so many more less boring things in this world...and i concur.
*no, i am sorry for those of you who adhere to the phrase "plus-size" but i will not use it for Ms. Hendricks nor other women who fit a size 12 or above. plus-size is a convention created to maintain a separate-but-equal beauty status for women of differing sizes, and honestly, if it didn't work for racial equality in the era of segregation i see no reason to continue its inane reign any longer. WOMEN COME IN A CONTINUUM OF SIZES. those who fall in the size 12, 14, 16, 22, etc. categories are no more a 'plus' version of a 'natural' size than the numbers 12, 14, 16, 22 themselves are 'plus' numbers outside the continuum of 'normal' numbers 0-10. that would be ridiculous. i cannot legitimize the plus-size standard because as a size 16 woman i have to fight society's media, images, standards, stupidity, and sample sizes, just to name a few, before i can get to a place on a daily basis where i can feel good about myself and my measurements...and i think i have it pretty easy because most of the time i can end my day feeling pretty sure that i am still a pretty girl. not all women have that so i prefer not to stand by societal conventions that talk women out of considering themselves to be beautiful and to instead let you know that i know that you are a pretty bird too. thanks for reading the tirade. much love.
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