Aug06

Skinny Jeans and Genes

{Vest: D&G. Vienna Jeans: c/o Made in Heaven. Necklace: Bib +Tuck. Bracelets: c/o Rose Gonzales. Shoes: Steve Madden.}

I’m about to get real. And since this is a post about skinny jeans (these from Made in Heaven are personal new faves and fit great without giving you that skinny jean squeeze—I know you know what I’m talking about), I figured this is the right place to do it. The other day I posted a pic of myself on Instagram and someone I don’t know posted a graphic of a cheeseburger in my comments. I guess what she was implying is that I’m a little on the thin side. It hurt my feelings so I deleted it. And now I wish I wouldn’t have. I wish I would have said something. So, here’s the hindsight is 50/50 response.

I know I’m a little on the thin side these days. It’s not something I’m unaware of. In fact, I’m overly aware of it. The truth is I come from a long line of little people. My mom calls says we have skinny genes. But yes, I’ve lost some weight. It’s not something I meant to do. When I get stressed out, which I’ve got a lion’s share right now, I have a hard time putting on or keeping on weight. But to point it out in such a sarcastic way is offensive. I realize being a blogger and putting pics of myself through social media channels opens me up for criticism, but it also gives me a platform to share my views. And at the end of the day I’m a person with feelings. And making fun of me, for any reason, hurts.

Women come in all shapes and sizes. When are we going to accept that? It’s clearly not socially acceptable to tell someone they are fat. In fact, when Karl Lagerfeld did so to Adele, it made headlines and he got blasted for it. He should. Adele is a beautiful and talented woman. And her weight is her business. No one else’s. Guess what else? It’s equally not OK to make fun of someone who is too thin. The fact is, you don’t know what that person is dealing with, so if you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all. Turns out your mom was right in that department. We all have feelings and pointing out what you consider to be someone’s flaws is hurtful.

I’m not sorry, cheeseburger lady, that I don’t live up to your ideal. And fitting into your standards—or anyone else’s for that matter—isn’t my concern. My goal is to focus on me and be the best me I can be. Be the best mom I can be. Be the best blogger I can be. Be the best editor I can be—be it at 50 or 500 pounds. And just so you know, I’m a vegetarian and haven’t eaten meat in more than 21 years, so a donut probably would have been a better emoji.

 

 

Photographed by David Marc Harris.