Body image

Oh, poor Mischa. I'm really starting to feel for the girl, as she can't get a break with the cellulite thing. She's had the balls to go out in public in a miniskirt with totally normal thighs and, naturally, has been crucified by the Mail. A less secure girl would have run scurrying for... Read More »

Women have been telling each other for years that we don’t have to be a size zero to be beautiful. Our husbands and boyfriends have told us the same thing. Not to mention countless articles in magazines, shows on television, wonderful ad campaigns like Dove’s “Campaign for Real Beauty” and... Read More »

This morning, I drove myself to the airport with minimal worries. This was unusual because, you see, I love to travel, but hate to fly. Not the actual flying part. That doesn't bother me. But as a plus size girl, there are all kinds of other issues involved when you start talking about impinging... Read More »

I complain that I have no idea what my body looks like, that I have no idea what size I am, or what body type I have or how I look and how I'm supposed to dress, and you say, yeah, yeah, whatever, that's weird, and how is that possible? How can you really be so completely distanced, so... Read More »

Okay, let’s get this straight: I am speaking as a healthily-sized, curvy woman who works out and goes to Weight Watchers so she can stay that way. I have struggled with my weight since high school, so I have been thinner than I am now, and I have been a lot fatter. I wear a size 4/6 and a 36DD:... Read More »

After standing in a line that stretched around a city block, a few girlfriends and I were finally let into the theater to see Sex and the City on opening night in Manhattan. We feared death by trampling. Luckily, we made it in alive and settled into a row where just a few seats down from us a couple... Read More »