I understand why models have to be so skinny. It’s because of cameras. Cameras hate fat. They hate anything that stands out in any way, actually. But especially fat. I look in the mirror and observe that my arms are really not that incredibly gigantic. They don’t even look disproportionate, really. When I’m being absolutely honest with myself. But in photos, they appear to each weigh about seventy pounds. Maybe sixty-five, if one is being kind about the situation.
(I bet even this little guy could do some serious damage. Source)
Looking at photos of me that include my arms (which is most photos of me, since I have both of them and haven’t found a way to hide the fact) makes me want to stop eating pasta for the rest of my life. And then it makes me think about my arms when I’m eating pasta (which I usually am, within an hour or so of deciding never to eat it again). Every bite is like a generous donation to the arm fat fund.
And what about people who are heavy for real? Not in the obnoxious, “my arms look super fat!” way that I am. How do they look in photos? Heavier, I’m sure. And until we get around to figuring out that f-a-t doesn’t spell “ugly,” that means that just about everyone who isn’t composed of a bunch of perfectly flat planes is going to feel a lot worse every time they see a picture of themselves.
So we can do one of two things.
We can throw all of the cameras in the world into a giant bonfire and dance around it, liberated and slightly drunk.
Or we can remind ourselves that we are actually, factually, literally better looking than that image can ever represent. Because we actually, factually, literally are.
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Un-roast: Today I love the way my hair curls even more when I’m cooking. I like that warm, flushed, sweaty, curly, cooking feeling.
P.S. Angela, please forgive me for this title (Angela is a plus size model who has been told to gain weight for her modeling career).
P.P.P.S. A moment of pure, unadulterated bragging: So my little brother is a freshman in college now, and he called me the other day (hooray! I’m so popular and cool!) to tell me that his TA approached him to ask if he was related to the Kate who wrote a blog about eating some damn cake. How cool is that? Totally made my day. Week. Possibly month. TA girl– if you’re reading this, thanks for making me feel famous. And thanks to the several high school teachers who recommended this blog to their students for various projects. This is especially great for me because I didn’t go to high school myself. I’ll try to say some smart things soon. I promise.