Things got a little wormy –as in, ‘opening a can of’ ‘ — last week.
I wrote about my friend’s experience while shopping. She wanted to try on a dress that another woman was holding, and the rude woman informed my friend, “It’s a six – Not a sixteen!”
I was appalled that someone could be so rude. My interpretation was “You are too fat to even try this on.”
“Too fat” and “Size sixteen” aren’t exactly synonyms.
And to those of you who reminded me of that – Thank you. I needed reminding.
We live in weird times in a weird place.
In this country, we prize Skinny, but we keep getting fatter.
The average woman in America now weights 164.7 pounds.
By my calculation (and I calculate for a living, so I have some credibility here), that’s a size sixteen.
Therefore, sixteen is AVERAGE.
So how come most shops only carry UP to a size sixteen? Bigger than that and you have to go to the Plus-Size store.
Does that mean you have to be BELOW AVERAGE to shop at most stores?
This just doesn’t make sense.
I’ve been psyching myself up for bathing suit shopping by checking a lot of websites, hoping to find something stylish but mature. (So far, in seventeen hours of surfing – NADA. But that’s another story…maybe next week.)
(Hey, I remember being that skinny; 1971.)
However, another model made headlines this week, with a nude cover for a Spanish magazine. This is Candice Huffine, who is called a PLUS-SIZED model.
This makes the skinny broad look pathetic. Sexy? THIS is sexy.
Candice Huffine is a size 14. Below average in America.
Let me repeat: She’s a PLUS-SIZE model.
As I said, this is a weird time in a weird country.
So why, at sixty-one, do I not-so-secretly wish I looked like the first photo?
Maybe it’s time to change.
I always wanted to be Above Average.