Oh friends.
I saw a story this week that said “Tim Gunn Says Kirstie Alley is Not a Size 4.”
I love Project Runway and Tim Gunn, who always seems to be extremely supportive of plus size fashion both on the show and off. I also think Kirstie Alley is beautiful, and have always sympathized with her receiving all kinds of flack for decades about her weight.
Here are the quotes from Gunn:
“There is a phenomenon out there right now that I call the lying deceptive shell game of vanity sizing. In fact a 4 is really a 6 or an 8. We took a size 8 dress from 1980 one from 1990 and one from 2000 and compared them — the difference between them was two and a half inches in the waist alone!”
“But she looks fabulous. People are too size conscious.”
Sometimes, I just get so tired of thinking about weights and sizes and scrutiny and fitting in. Could you imagine being a celebrity and having everyone analyze the daylights out of you and your body? Goodness gracious, I talk enough crap to myself!
I think my whole little rant here goes back to people always needing to have a weight goal and a size goal. Makes me tired to think about, because I feel like in order to get to those, we're always chasing. Chasing for more, chasing for better, chasing for a vision in our heads.
I don't know about you, but I don't feel like chasing myself. Seems like a dog chasing its tail.
