"Skeletal" Is NOT Sexy
Outrage about the size of models on the runway is not new. My own, personal outrage, is not even new. But after seeing the photos in the London Daily Mail Online of models in London Fashion week, and reading Liz Jones so colorfully describe a model so thin she "could grate parmesan" on her hip bones, I could feel the anger inside me seethe.
It is not because I am fat, which, yes, I am. It is because I hated my body even when I was thin — 105 pounds with legs all the way up to my double-Ds and should've been thrilled with my body. But instead I was afraid to wear a bathing suit in Model Central Miami, for I felt my stomach was not flat enough. I remember confessing this to a boy in high school, who took a look at my cleavage and said to me, "Do you really think anyone will be looking at your stomach?" For three seconds, he made me feel good, but double-Ds weren't what Seventeen magazine were lauding at the time and prom dresses were virtually impossible to find with curves like that, so at 5' 4" and 105, I felt anything but attractive.
But now my anger at an industry that endangers the lives of young women is much, much larger because my daughter was diagnosed at mere months old as failure to thrive — she couldn't suckle at my breast and she couldn't suck from a bottle in order to take in the nutrition she needed. At one point things were so dire she was down to seven ounces of formula a day. Another mother of a failure to thrive baby told me about "infantile anorexia" and I was desperate not to let my daughter grow up always battling food. It was during this time that a nutritionist taught me how to sneak every calorie possible into every ounce she could get into her tiny mouth, because frustratingly even when she could take in food, her preference was for things with very low calories (baby food green beans = 20 calories).Continued on the next page