Among the backlash to the pointed remarks on size bias from the Abercrombie & Fitch CEO, was this contribution, from Ellen DeGeneres.
Except, there is nothing wrong with being a size zero.
That is my daughter’s size. She’s a petite, curvy, muscular, perfectly proportioned healthy girl.
She’s neither skinny nor fat. Any “ideal weight” formula you use, she’s close to ideal.
As much fat-bashing as I read and see online, there are equal numbers of people who openly disparage those who are naturally small. It’s just as wrong.
Or, worse, be told they are “not a real woman,” as if real woman all share the same body type. Real women are big and small, petite and tall, bigger on the bottom and bigger on top, curvy and straight. You don’t have to be under a certain weight or over it to be real.
My girl’s not invisible or trying to be. She has a normal, healthy appetite and a good metabolism.
The truth is, size Zero does not exist because girls are getting skinnier. There is a size Zero because as a society, we are getting heavier.
I like to look at vintage dresses online. Because the sizes are so different, sellers list the actual garment measurements. Waists are typically 24-28 inches, with bustlines of 32-36.
Granted, many women wore waist nippers, but today we have spanx to reform our midriffs. People were, on average, thinner then. Not better, not prettier, just thinner.
You don’t have to go back to the 1950’s to notice the change. Looking at today’s Levi’s measurements chart, I would have worn a size 4 before my sons were born, and a size 6 afterward. In the early 90’s, I wore a size 8 before and a 10/12 after.
I do not blame designers and brands for adjusting the sizing scale. They are in business to sell clothes, and if they sell more things labeled 10 than 16, why wouldn’t they change the numbers? If that means that those on the small side now wear a size double zero, so be it. The point is to sell dresses and jeans.
Personally, I wish designers would do away with the arbitrary numbers and put actual measurements on their garments as they do with menswear. I wish women could accept those numbers and not be lured into spending money with the flattery of smaller sizes. I’m not holding my breath for that to happen.
I won’t even hold my breath waiting for women to stop bashing each other. To stop comparing and disparaging. To accept that real women come in a variety of sizes, and none of us are lifted up by putting others down.
Whether we are a size 00 or 22, we are real women, with feelings, and we are more than the number in our waistband.