It's Fashion Week again in New York. Time to watch locust-like women strut down the catwalk wearing clothes we know we can't afford and, even worse, won't fit. Some of them look downright angry. Perhaps it's because they haven't eaten anything but lettuce leaves for days. Feed them a cheeseburger and see if they don't brighten up a tad.
We all know these models don't represent real women. We who have eaten a burger or two or three don't wear a size zero. If you use that as the norm, does wearing a 12 make you plus-size?
Apparently so, according to a reporter on one of the early morning shows who interviewed a gorgeous Amazonian model -- 6' 2", size 12 -- and kept calling her a plus-size. This woman was curvy, all legs and
she smiled while telling her story about how she became a cover girl.
Hurrah for her for breaking the bony barrier in fashion mags. Shame on whoever labels her plus-size. Twelve is the size of the average American woman and I doubt that we consider ourselves in the "plus" category.
The problem is that a 12 by one designer isn't the same as a 12 by another. If only there was a standardization of sizes. Right up there in the "best thing since sliced bread" category for me. That way if I order a 12 on-line I know it is indeed a 12 and I won't be schlepping the box to the post office as a return.
It may sound shallow, but size does matter. Probably lots of psychological and body issues involved there, but it does. That's why I love shopping at Chico's where I wear a size 2. Of course, I know that translates to a 12 but let me have my moment.
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