Dear Fashion Magazine,
You and I have been friends for a long time, we get together at least once a month, and talk about the latest trends, and who’s wearing (or not wearing) the best designers. Sometimes we even talk about useful things, like the environmental impact of the clothing industry… But there are just a few things have been bothering me lately, so I thought I should let you know about them.
You have given me a completely unrealistic view of what I should look like. All of the people in your magazine are 6 feet tall and have a completely different build than I was born with. Don’t get me wrong, all of the women you show me are indeed beautiful, but so am I. Where are the girls with hips? With any curves? In the real world, where I am considered healthy, and actually skinny by most of the people that I know, I am a size 6. Your models are a size 0, or maybe a 2. Whatever happened to the Marilyn Monroe’s with curves? Did your designer friends just get tierd of doing the extra work? And then there is the utter perfection of your model’s complection. The last time I checked, everyone was born with pores. Maybe if you stopped air brushing away everyone’s flaws we could all feel a little better about ourselves. And I wouldn’t dream of opening PhotoShop every time I saw a photo of myself.
Are you aware that most of the clothes you think I should buy aren’t even available more than 100 miles from either coast? Ok…. maybe I could go to Chicago…. but that’s still a 5 hour drive. Of course, even if these amazing clothes you showed me were available at my local mall I can’t afford them. You don’t believe me? What about these gorgeous Prada boots? Yes, I mean the green ones. $2700.00. I don’t make that much in a month, maybe two. Yet, I somehow feel that I wouldn’t mind not eating if I could have shoes that were that amazing. Hmm….. Maybe that’s why all of your model friends look like they do… have you considered that?
You are aware that I married a heterosexual male who will never N-E-V-E-R wear any of the men’s clothes you keep trying to sell me. I’m lucky that Matt has a suit he keeps around for weddings and conventions. And he only has two shirts to wear with it. One is white, the other is light blue… and they are both short sleeve. As much as I know he would look amazing in it, I just don’t think I could convince him to wear a pair of black skinny jeans with a mustard colored pea coat. Wait, does that come in womens? It sounds like something I want to wear. But really outside of the men that wear suits to the office every day, aren’t most of the men you know like my husband, wearing jeans and a t-shirt (that I really hope isn’t full of holes) every day?
I’m not saying that I don’t still love you, or that I want to stop spending so much time with you. I am just really hoping that if I make an effort to tell you these things, maybe together we can make an effort to work toward providing me with some more realistic goals in the future.