Today’s Never Say Diet is about the size discrimination issue that probably makes me the most mad: When doctors compromise the care of their overweight or obese patients because they just can’t see past the fat. Since I’ve started writing Beauty Schooled and Never Say Diet, I’ve learned a lot about the Health at Every Size model and it just makes so much more sense. Not to mention that it’s gross and disrespectful to make assumptions about a person’s health just by looking at them. Even if you have an MD.
So go check that out. And I’ll see you back here July 12 — I wasn’t kidding about taking it easy this summer! — I’m taking two weeks off because I’ve got not one, but two weddings to attend for two (well, really four!) of my very favorite people. I’ve written before about how the wedding industry takes our normal everyday standards of beauty and hypes them up to dizzying heights. So it has been downright awesome to watch these friends roll with that pressure, deciding what matters to them (like gorgeous, not-entirely-traditional dresses imbued with meaning and utterly fabulous shoes) and rejecting the rest.
More thoughts on all of that (ooh and maybe pretty pictures!) when I get back. Right now, I just can’t wait to celebrate them.
See you in two weeks!
Even though, I know, you just got all horrified and squirmy when you read that subject line. Don’t get me wrong, I still worry that bathroom scales are mostly used for evil. But how is it any better when women keep that information a deep dark secret — even from themselves? Either way, you’re letting that scale define your business instead of saying “yup, that’s what I weigh, and that’s just one of approximately two million interesting things about me.”
So for the record: I weigh 157-ish pounds. And I’m 5’5″ tall. Right now. (I mean, I could always grow.)
But the more interesting things: I am learning to ride a bike (yes, at the age of 30). I’m at war with the groundhog who keeps eating my vegetable garden. My husband and I just got an inflatable kayak that we paddle around in the creek by our house while all the fancier kayakers in real kayaks zoom by us and probably giggle. We have named it “The Yacht.”
Your turn: Anyone brave enough to post their weight and some other fun facts about them to help prove this point? Do it anonymously if you need to ease into the idea. I’m not trying to out anyone. Just curious to see what happens when we take the powerful oh my God, nobody can know this about me! stigma away from that number.
I feel a little nervous. But also more free! Yay.
Oh and for more on all of this, be sure to check out today’s Never Say Diet post, which was inspired by this awesome XOJane post and the equally awesome My Body Gallery Project.
Another day, another study tying what you weigh to how much you’ll get paid. Here’s why I’m over this trend.
The Pretty Price Check: Your Friday round-up of how much we paid for beauty this week.
Quickie announcement: Summer just about officially here, folks. And last summer, I didn’t really have a summer, because I spent 16 hours a week at beauty school, while still working 40-50 hours the rest of the time. Which was awesome, because I loved beauty school, but not awesome because I really, really love summer. So this year, I’m taking myself a good ole’ summer. Which might translate into some spottier blogging. (But how could you be spottier? You ask. And I say, hush!)
You know the three Never Say Diet posts aren’t going anywhere, but your Monday/Friday Beauty Schooled content might be (a little bit more) unreliable while I make plenty of time for reading trashy novels on the sun loungers in the backyard and eating Popsicles and such.
I’m also going to be doing a lot of mulling from that lounge chair, about my beloved blog and new adventures we might go on. I’m not sure what they’ll look like yet (hence the easing up of the schedule to encourage my brain to do more than just tackle every day’s overflowing to do list!). But I welcome your suggestions and promise to keep you posted.
So with that in mind, let’s do a quick Pretty Price Check and then all blow off work early and go for a swim or something, yes? Yes!
- Brazil is considering a quota that would require 20 percent of its Fashion Week models to be black, says The Cut.
- Formaldehyde has just been added to the US Department of Health & Human Services list of carcinogens — at last! — so No More Dirty Looks has this handy list of 7 ways to avoid formaldehyde in your beauty products. Must read.
- This self-described “Human Barbie” mom gave her 7-year-old a $9,850 voucher for boob implants as a birthday present. Cue shock, horror, hand-wringing. Then please see my take on the Botox Mom and why we need to stop blaming the beauty standard victims already.
- People are now paying $300 for hair feathers because there is a terrible feather shortage, reports Fashionista. I do like feathers but I do not understand this.
- 16 percent of kids aged 10 to 12 are vomiting to make themselves lose weight, says this new study of 16,000 school children. And boys are doing it more than girls. Head. Spinning.
- If you’re dying to know how the Big Six supermodels from the 1990s have aged, BellaSugar has you covered.
See you Tuesday!
Lately, women have been talking about dressing rooms like they are the secret killing room in my basement. (Kidding. I don’t have a secret killing room in my basement. Or do I?)
Anyway, I think dressing rooms can be quite lovely and restful. And offer the same kind of awesome girl-bonding opportunities that you find in beauty work. (Remember this post about why I sort of heart waxing?)
For more on dressing rooms, head over to Never Say Diet.
Breaking news: That’s so pageant! Is the new phrase I’m trying to make happen, ever since I listened in on the Miss USA press call on Tuesday and Bravo’s Andy Cohen (who apparently, everyone loves? All the entertainment journalists on the call were like, “OMG Andy, my mom says hi!” before they asked their questions?) said it.
Specifically, he said it to one of the Real Housewives, in reference to her hair, which he felt was so pageant.
And you have to agree, that is hilarious. So now you’ll be saying it too and I’ll be a catchphrase genius, except really, it was all Andy Cohen, the darling of everyone’s mother. (And co-host of this year’s Miss USA.)
Anyway, today’s Never Say Diet post has nothing to do with my new catchphrase (not that I didn’t try to work it in there six times, surely to my editor’s great joy). And everything to do with how beauty pageants — especially the scandal-riddled Miss USA — perpetuate the whole “do hate me because I’m beautiful” thing.
And that ain’t pretty. But it is so pageant. And, sigh.
I use the F word a lot when I’m writing about body image, and every so often, my iVillage editor gently takes it out of my copy and replaces it with something softer, like “overweight” or “portly”* because she doesn’t want to offend anyone. (She’s nice like that.)
So we were discussing the “is fat offensive?” question and realized that maybe it would help if I just straight-up explained why I use fat — because I actually have a whole secret mission behind it. Which is now no longer a secret. You can read the whole thing here.
*Sidebar: Really, if you’re offended by “fat,” is “portly” any better? Forget size bias, I just think it is one of the most unattractive words in the English language. Also for some reason, I picture anyone described that way dressed as an old time-y ship captain. So there’s that.