Have you ever been excited for an online purchase to arrive only to try it on and realise it looks nothing like it does on the model?
I have and I AM the model in the picture.
You'd think that being a plus-size model would make beauty standards more attainable. More recognisable and more realistic but alas, even I don't look like my photos.
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Unrealistic beauty standards have long existed. There has always been something impossible about beauty, whether it was wearing rib-breaking corsets or applying radioactive makeup. We only need to look back to the 1990s, when 'Heroin Chic' - I still can't believe we called it that - was the body of choice.
I was the 'overweight friend' growing up. You know the one I'm talking about; the one with the 'excellent personality' who is also the butt of the joke. The one who boys would make friends with in an effort to pursue one of their other friends. The one who overheard friends worrying about gaining weight and the terror in their voices, as if it were the worst possible thing that could happen to them.
My childhood dream of growing up and becoming a model was exactly that. A dream. I could never have hips so tiny. I could never have skin that clear. Never would my body resemble that of a model.
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